Constructive criticism would greatly be appreciated.
THE MAGICIAN:
If I place my hands on either side
of the door that you lean up against,
Will you retreat into the darkness
Or steady yourself for my cool embrace?
As nights mesh together in nonsensibility,
I fear that your fingers will cease their movement;
Like a light breeze ghosting across my pale skin.
So you promise to never stray from this fraility.
How may one put full heart on these words?
For they are only abstractions, it is actions that need.
But there is nigh else to do but trust-
Close my eyes and fall feelings first.
No longer can I feel much, you observe of me,
You miss the importance, however, of my quiver.
The one of gleeful anticipation that reeks of you,
of mornings where we lay sweat-strewn and smiling.
So applaud the crowd and appease the begger, I say,
For without all the pieces of the set,
You cannot, my Magician, perform your woes
That surely tantalize my very being.
Well, this is a pretty lame review but there you have it. Bravo!
I'm not really good with understanding (nor writing) poems so this comment may not be helpful at all >.<. Anyway, I've got a few nitpicks for you: