When I think of you

When I think of you
I don't imagine a sharp nose
or gelled hair
or a smooth, clean shaven face

I think rather of a raspy voice
rough, dry but flowing
I think of words

I think of the songs you sing
No, you're not a man the girls are after
you're a man that sings the songs
that other guys steal

I think of a man
who cares far more about the poetry
than about the shape of his beard
about where his feet walks
than the state of his toenails

Sarah Kay says it is hard
to build a body out of words
But when I think of you
I think of your words

When I think of you
I think of a man
who cares far more about the world
than about whether the world cares about him

When I think of you
I think of a man like your Master
More than the words that I'm so drawn to
I think of a man
Not with haloes and crowns
But a man who sees

When I think of you
I think of a man who has wept in the darkness
Who has cried and shoved and finally slept
In the arms of the Man of men