Your Words And Silences Poem by Ananta Madhavan

I shall compile a concordance to you -
The words you spoke at such and such a time,
And more than words, your silences and smiles
Will all be catalogued, for in the way
I shall distil your you-ness in my book;
I shall grow learned in your language, love,
A pundit of your idioms and moods,
Pedantic in your tenses, willing slave
To your strange grammar, wayward text.

But no, I must forsake this mastery,
For you are still creative, like a lake,
Calm on the surface, current churned within,
Gentle to all but those who come with pride
To subjugate your proper rhetoric.