Lips that wait for a kiss.

Lips that wait for a kiss. Sometimes I press my lips together and feel the bite of wanting something that isn’t there. My hijab hides my face, but my body can't hide what I feel. The anklet moves when my body leans forward, like it can sense the thought I am holding. I imagine a kiss that stays too long, soft enough to make me forget everything else. I wonder how long I could sit like that, letting someone stay with me in that one small place without asking for anything more. The thought stays longer than it should, and I stay still, feeling like my lips were made for waiting.