Sonnet (Stolen Skin)

[Brownlie]

This seems pretty good to me. But I have to drink a cup of cofee and possibly be stuck on a bus to normally sit through a sonnet. 

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,  -- Preposition, which could be tightened. stone head = head of stone. Meter should be accompanied by precision ideally. 
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. -- behind the doors of shame = too many prepositions again.  Behind shameful doors would be simpler, of course you still have your meter with the sonnet.

"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.

I think when or if you edit, you should see if subject and verbs indicate your precise meaning, and you should prune unnecessary language. Seems pretty good though. I mean its mellifluous and what not.