I love like a leper.
Putting all the odd bits and bobs of me
out on a shelf,
an eye, an ear, a favored toe.
Hobbling about on twinned islands, made for lamed people like us.
Painting other’s faces with mercury,
gazing with one longing good eye across the strait,
from our baths of virgins blood.
Begging bees to sting us, bring our nerves back to life.
You were never safe,
and now you’re dangerous.
Writer Moe 
Reblogged this on yasniger and commented:
“Putting all the odd bits and bobs of me out on a shelf, an eye, an ear, a favored toe.”
Indeed, Leper’s love is rare
Thanks… had fun with this one (is leprosy fun? Likely not, but still…)
Of course leprosy isn’t fun…. but that is not the point.
I’m sure you get it.
Oh, I do – and sounds like you do, as well.
You got that right…… Pity how sometimes it feels like we are in a world of our own.