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..