A transition

Thoughts in one language

Words in another

Along the way,

The morphemes transubstantiate

Adapting to their environment

Chameleons of the city

With waterlike form

Fitting to mountains and skyscrapers alike

Syntax is rearranged

Semantics isn’t

It never is

And never can be

Even through pragmatics

When adoration boils to the surface

The smoke that fills the kitchen

Is the same smoke

Even when called humo

But this won’t set off the alarm

So do not despair

Despite the suffocation

Of adoration, of enamoration

For this is the meal

Of Titans and Olympians

This is the aroma

Of Circe’s cauldron

The mélange of herbs and flowers

That camouflages the semantics

Of what it means to be

Pulled towards

The immortality of seduction