MADIHA

I thought about kissing you today,
and yesterday,
and the day before that.
I know I’ll think about kissing you,
tomorrow,
and the day after that,
and some more days after those days.
I think about kissing you,
slowly,
and tracing my fingers along your lips.
I think about kissing you,
in your car, in the rain, on your doorstep.
I think about kissing your dimple, your cheek, your spot.
I think about kissing only you,
not anyone else,
just you.