Scars, poetry by Roy Eisenstein at Spillwords.com

Scars

Scars

written by: Roy Eisenstein

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She loved men with scars
But any man who’s been with any woman has scars
Even roughnecks and roustabouts
Burly men with unshaven histories
Bounty hunters and railroad men
Marred boys grown into leather fists
Who straddle conflicts and challenges like broken ponies
Soldiers of dark fantasies

Men with wicked smiles who have known how women moan
Males who have made strong females arch their backs
Sweat the heat of the raw war of the flesh and cry out to stop

Don’t stop

Guilt was her religion, her currency, and for that she always picked up the tab
Laid down the law
Inspired confessions and pleas for mercy
She could make even the hardened warrior dream of surrender
Throw down his sword and shield and howl at the moon

But even still she could not hold onto the least of them
For they ran through her fingers like minutes
Blew away in the softest of breezes
Disappeared in the smoke and rain of her
Apparitions of desires who faded or escaped because she could not let them in

So this army of kisses and embraces came and went
Indistinguishable from imaginings or fantasies
or phantoms from folklore

And in the end her empty bed sprawled around her a vast tundra of broken promises
Barren
Desolate
With only the horizon in every direction

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