WICCAN LOVE SPELL FOR A SUMMER’S NIGHT by Karen Marie Christa Minns

I need no
Hair,
nor Blood,
nor Nails,
nor sighs.
Only
Smoke,
and Flame;
while
Your Name,
I cry.
My Soul,
My Heart,
My Flesh,
beside.
Your Heart.
Your dreams.
In star-fed
Skies:
Manifest.
Together.
We Rise.