every day they spit at me, a sinner and a whore
they hold their robes aside and shrink from me,
the untouchable, with unspoken curses and disgust
yet, I know their whitewashed secrets, and I laugh
to see their haughty shame, avoiding my calls
pretending with urgency that they are clean.
today I met a man who met my eyes clearly
no haunted lust, just purest knowing of me
and I, the untouchable, met true love.
news in town said He was with those rabbis
the ones that hate women such as me.
never have I entered there, for I am untouchable
but I took my only wealth and poured it on Him
He, the first worthy man in my lonely life
I sobbed as He gazed, loving my untouchable touch