punctuation

With you I become
more and more.
You emphasize me.

Your hair is so dark and shiny
that the rooks are no longer
omens caw-cawing
- now and now ,
their wings are curled brackets
{ to your magic spell }

I wanted to ask you to collect
the fallen pieces,
I imagined them scattered about your chair
,” ,, ,,
, , “, ”,
the licks of your locks,
inky punctuation marks
to put about me.

I wanted those black snippets
to clarify curves and
silently contain my breasts,
to form a parentheses
around the musky desire
of ( red orange lust )