Anatomical Love

Dominika Burek


I roll your name around my tongue
Spooling each syllable and
Tasting possibilities,
Inhaling each vocal lilt and discord;
Wishing only to see myself
Reflected in your eyes:
Curled into myself and
Leaning against your iris;
Tangled in your wrist bones,
Ribbons of my breath
Nestled between the marrow.