Lucky girl,
Having her arms wrapped around you.
She must be smiling when her skin touches yours,
tittering when the snow punches you in the face.

Lucky girl,
She must be smelling like you now,
In the shower and the pillow where you splay your hair,
In her dreams where you amble along the Seine.
You caffeine breath, on the tip of her tongue
She says the thrill is like another day in the sun.

I hope she looks at you like the sequel of her favourite flick
In the morning,
when the sun is dancing in your hair
or kissing the dimple in your cheek.
Lucky girl.
Waking up right next to the soul of this planet.
Breakfast in bed and casual chat about last night's show,
Stroking the cat if she decides to intervene.

Maybe I would never know
how she feels.
Unless she stays until December next year.
But I can't wait for forever.