The incantation
is one which evokes flying
to your lover
where ever they are.
It identifies
the properties of true love
like a litmus test-
unequivocal.
The incantation is from
dusty households where
statues cry milk
& girls bleed into women.
The incantation has been
animated by drought,
sighed in petit morte
& drawn by revolutionaries
in sunlit rooms.
The incantation is
studied by librarians,
dreamed of by prisoners
and lines forest hammocks.
It is a meme celebrating
the occult amongst city artists
but watch how it diminishes
with every writing
for it is a thing of the air,
not the pen…
The incantation is one
which evokes
flying with eyes shut
to your lover
where ever they are..