in my dreams
the Hawaiian breeze
is blowing in between my knees
on my long white skirt and underneath
while i'm standing on the balcony
looking at the evening sea,
then you gently call to me
- ever so sweet -
"it's time to eat"
i turn, and you've pulled out my seat
genuine smile, your top teeth
did i do something right, i think,
or was i born this incredibly lucky?