Receive me in the drawing room

Sunseeker?
no, it is the night in which we've grown to relish.
matured caves and peaks steeped hearts embellished  
 
crushed white willow on a cold blotted breeze
salt on the thresholds built of cedar trees  
 
submerging myself in your damp breath of chalk illusion protection
I interject.
rebuked !
such pain in this affection..
 
pentagrams like I give a damn
clocks pause as does my diaphragm  
 
stars fixated  
solace rewind
tik, tik, tik  
your whispered "hush", sublime
 
wave of hand you articulate spells
conjugate verbs and vex for shrills
 
words soft as feathered casket velvet
 pleasing mind and taste to palette
 
dialect's of cartouche
this jukebox she'd destroy
witching hour
crushed iris flower
her skills he did employ