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
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