Alchemy

The moon ran low on solstice night  
as spring to summer made the switch  
swept by Luna's chardonnay light  
to gild the wiccans in their niche  
or slope on by the window sill  
suffusing every grimoire hex  
with primordial moonbeam thrill,  
turning old curses into sex,  
since making charms from hidebound spells  
is what the lamp of love is for,  
as flesh in moonlight soon foretells  
to more actinically adore,  
warm midsummer nights, and sweet smells,  
of anatomy to explore!