I'd break the poem up as follows -

'I am drafted to your scent,
far past dusk's arrival,
into my liquid-absorbing
pieces of mind[;]
I call your voice
to indulge on my skin,
writing and weaving
destined rhythms
for our romance-
an exercise unpracticed,
deemed incompatible
with the natural flow
of desire's air,

yet you mate words
not for present reference
but future engagements.

Through lulling life
you draw out the title
of this addition to love-
a fifth season unable
to be marked humanly;
[for] it speaks in whispers
not scientific symbols,
the archaic breeze itself,
fragrant with perpetuity.'

I added a few things in brackets too, just some suggestions.

I think the flow could also be a bit better here, try to use words such as 'for' or 'yet' to brings some lines together, that's what I normally do in my writing, that is if it works and makes sense.

You have some lovely thoughts going however, some great emotion portrayed. The ending is astounding, probably my favorite lines I've heard in a very long time, they had so much originality in them! I think your structure needs more work but the content is excellent as is!

Oops, perhaps a period after 'mind' would be better, and start a new stanza with "I call..." ?