A Love Story
- The Sphinx and his Minx

Your inexplicable phrases,
cordially cold but empty,
lack a code to break you.

Once a collective, we were
two tongues working in unison -
language our simple creation
until we splintered in evolution.
I ventured forth with the she
and you fermented a simple he.

Now I cannot decipher the riddle
by which you now grant passage.
You embody glossolalia and I
have only monosyllabic flesh,
chilled by adamant stone.

Locked away by language,
I can only chance upon
the spectacle of you.
Studying your essence
will render you mortal.

a/n: language is key.