An orange flower
Sways in the wind,
Like the curl that falls across your forehead.
I am reminded of the shape
Of your eyes,
The curve of your hips,
Your smile in the sun.

One day,
I‘ll hold your hand
While you carry a little version of you -
And my life will be absolute.
It’ll be all of you,
All of me,
Cradled in your arms,
Always.