Sonnet (Stolen Skin)

I conjured you with dreams and stolen skin,
The runes evil with deep longing.
Your curves and muscles formed within
The confines of my warped bedding.
A shelf to lay a head of stone upon,
To melt it down to warm sinews...
That was your torso of living iron;
The heat between its plates renews,
And I am yours; obedient, I crave
What clefts and grows behind the doors of Shame.

"Of Mist and Fancies thou art formed, a Knave
To show me Cities long debauched in Fame..."
The spell created buttocks, lips, and lies,
To seek a flowered stalk between your thighs.