Woman of Many Names

Woman of Many Names by Kenny Davis She was a woman of many names Though none of them were hers The name of every man she has been with Tattooed and stretched along every one of her curves From Larry to Harry, From Mike to John, Followed by many more, The list goes on Almost a woven tapestry As my lips would take its trips, down the smoothness of her hips Every inch they lead as my eyes read I couldn’t help to keep asking her, “Who was this?” As she explained each one to me I noticed tears overflowing down her face Feeling the pain of every name Feeling humiliated and ashamed She told such dark tales of each and every lustful sin From each tattooed scratch that drew blood from her skin Tear after tear continued to have reunions under her chin As she opened many wounds from the agony she was in I held her in comfort As I softly caressed her body Crying over the names of those who loved and left this woman Would never be forgotten Every past ex who had left Was engraved from her feet beyond the seam of her breasts Never fathoming or imagining All the internal pain this woman had felt Every tear that shed from her head For every deceitful name that was inscribed Could never describe all of the pain that was inside How each one drastically, tragically, dramatically affected her life The more she tried to rub them away The heavier were her scars No matter how many names she managed to erase None could ever nullify the damage to her heart For the way I embraced her in my arms She vowed to never forget my name Inscribed on a part untouched, her heart For loving her way beyond her pain © January 2012 k.davis