Affliction.

[Todd]

Hi Billy,

This is solid and has some great lines. I do have some edit suggestions below:

The light in me cannot be seen through yarn-worked lace.--maybe this instead of the?
It has no frills, it never flickers, it creates no shadow boxers--I think this might read smoother if you simply cut the second and third "it"
on white stucco walls. No mesmeric dancers shimmer--could just be me but I'd reverse the order here No dancers mesmeric shimmer...also you may need an apostrophe with dancers
with that dark sultry hip shaking shimmy.--this felt like one too many descriptors. I think you could kill shaking because shaking and shimmy mean largely the same thing and shimmy is cooler. Maybe mess with the order perhaps: with that sultry hip dark shimmy. Just a thought

My light is borne of black tallow from dead dreams--LOVE this line.
and a wick of willow bark, it burns green and dark.[b]--nice internal rhyme and the idea of burning green and especially dark is great
It depresses the candour of daylight--you could cut it here
decries the sound of angel song from ebullient choristers--I'm not sure about this advice but I'll go with it: there feels like too many d verbs in this section. I think you could play off depresses all the way to the end. I would consider cutting decries and the rest of this line feels too weighty maybe: the ebullient chorus of angel song and I know that's a large cut but if you hate it as always just ignore.
and defeats all vestige of that trifle called life--again I'd slash and defeats

The light in me cannot be shared or given like a gift--I think you can finally cut the in me it's been established. Maybe as instead of like
It has a gravity that pulls in prey. Its incandescence--cool line. Maybe condence gravity for prey.
heated with each new days conquest of the failed.--of the failed could possibly be cut implied by the act of conquest
It feeds at the trough of one’s despair.

It's a good poem. I hope the comments will be helpful.

Best,

Todd