If I Could Be a Smell

I'd be the smell of cut grass

or the smell of the earth

after a huge thunderstorm

I'd be an Italian restaurant

my grandmother's baked bread

a bouquet of roses

the smell of the ocean's salty breath

mountain air

or fresh laundry

I'd be the smell of happiness

or a child's gleeful laugh

snuggling puppies

and a birthday cake baking in the oven

I'd be the smell of chocolate chip cookies

a picnic in the park

a cookout in my backyard

the smell of Springtime

Summer

or pomegranate bodywash

I'd be the smell of success

fresh fruit salad

a garden in bloom

I'd be the smell of coming home

Christmastime

and falling in love

Poem to My Future Husband

I think I'm in love with your smile

the way our hands will probably be a perfect match

the color of your eyes when we say goodnight

and sitting on a porch, together

or laying in our grass (will we have a yard?)

our laughter making music.

i think we'll spend our free time snuggling

or dancing in the kitchen

or playing ball, you can choose

hopscotch?

not everything will be sunshine and roses

but we'll be together.

i think we'll get a puppy (I hope you like dogs!)

and we'll take him on walks

I've already named him Moose (I hope you don't mind)

I bet we'll talk of adventure

Socrates, Plato, Philosophy

Maybe we'll travel the world?

I sure do like airplane rides.

I think the way you hug me will make me melt

and I hope my head can fit in the crook of your neck.

I bet you'll enjoy reading books

or, at least humor me when I talk about them

I think you'll make me insanely happy

and adding each other to our lives

won't complete us,

but instead, will allow us to walk side by side

sometimes barefoot, sometimes clothed.

Outdoors, take Two

the smell of cut grass

a gentle breeze dancing through the trees

the flowers bowing their hello

big fluffy clouds

and our laughter is music

laying on this green green earth

sunshine kisses

I close my eyes and breathe in the Carolina blue sky

free