no name.

My eyes shine, and I throw my head back and laugh.
I catch myself smiling about lingering thoughts.
I catch myself singing loudly to that song
I catch myself upside down with my head,
Hanging over the couch.
Just to remember what my tummy feels like when I sit up.

Big breathes of fresh crisp autumn air.
Wet grass between my toes.
Warm water on my shoulders
Fingers down my spine.
Basking on a sun drenched porch, and squinting
In the sun because my chin is in his hand and he’s going to kiss me.
There. Right there.
There’s that feeling in my tummy, like when you sit up
From being upside down on the couch.