Lily Davan

writer & photographer living life in the northern az forest //

[remanence-of-love]

[lilydavan]

when you touch a poet

when you touch a poet

you should know

that you will find her

at midnight

with red wine staining her lips

ink smudges on her hands

on the floor with

crumpled pages of parchment

with lines about

the feel of your hands on her lips

as you put your fingers in her mouth

the trail of your tongue down her neck

you should know

she will never forget

when you touch a poet

you should know

that you will find her

in the daylight

with hard kombucha in her hands

while she sits in the dirt in the woods

typing furiously as if her fingers

were pens

with lines about

the darkening of your eyes

as you stare at her beneath you

dark like blood-stained roses

you should know

she’ll keep that moment frozen

when you make a poet fall for you

you should know

you’ll find her in your bed

with her gilded notebook out

black pen on the page

bleeding red

baring her soul on paper for you

words you’ve not yet read

with lines about the warmth in the dark

sparks in her heart

not yet burnt out

not yet spent

you should know

she’ll never forget

when you love a poet

you should know

you’ll find yourself

tucked within the pages

devoted more so

than when touch is all you did

she’ll write down

with a fountain pen

describe all the ways

you make her heart

golden

you should know

she’ll never forget

when she loves you back

you will find yourself

in the eternal folds

of a soul

that drips honey and blood

immortalizing you

like etchings on stone

like the gods’ decree

as sure as the buzz of the honeybee

when you touch a poet

you should know

that she’ll never

let it be

when you touch a poet

you should know

that you will find her

knee deep in her dreams

spitting prose

and planting roses

in hopes

for you and she

she will let her hands

smudged with ink

write lines about

the feel of your hands on her lips

as you put your fingers in her mouth

the darkening of your eyes

as you stare at her beneath you

dark like blood-stained roses

she’ll keep that moment frozen

lines about

the warmth in the dark

sparks in her heart

not yet burnt out

not yet spent

you should know

she’ll never forget

and if she puts you on parchment

you should know

that neither will you

you’re in every line

written

Lily Davan

[taylorswift]

Sam Lansky has such a wondrous way with words, and I’ve loved reading his pieces for over a decade. If you’ve ever been around him, you know he’s just the best type of person: Curious. Interested. Hilarious. Intriguing and intrigued. I have tRuSt iSSueS when it comes to interviews but I couldn’t be happier that I did this one with him. I was blown away to see quotes from people I adore and admire like Stevie Nicks, Greta Gerwig, Shonda Rhimes, Phoebe Bridgers, Natalie Maines, Kenny Chesney, and Lucian Grainge. I was so happy he spoke to fans Madison and McCall who were so eloquent, loyal, and kind. I’m really reflecting on this year, and all the years that led up to it. Can’t say thank you enough times. 🥲

https://time.com/6342806/person-of-the-year-2023-taylor-swift/

[surqrised]

“Detachment is not that you should own nothing, but that nothing should own you.”

— Ali ibn abi Talib

[thepersonalquotes]

[thehopefulquotes]

“It’s important to do what’s best for you, whether people approve of it or not. This is your life. You know what’s good for you.”

— Unknown

[resqectable]

“I spent my childhood learning how to fear, and now I spend my adulthood learning how not to.”

— Gemma Troy

[thepersonalquotes]

handwritten letters and paper flowers will never go out of style

[thepersonalquotes]

[lilydavan]

i wanna be your girl

wake up wrapped in navy

outside

the ground is powdery

covered in white

a peaceful vision

i smother your bare skin

with kisses

trace your spine 
with all my secrets

I can’t get them through my lips

but I’ll write you a poem

on your skin

filled with jasmine and roses

and bourbon and wishes

hope you can read between the lines

or maybe I’ll make it simple for you

tell you I wanna be your girl

do you want me to?

or will you look up at the moon

tell her you met someone

tell her you like the way she makes you feel

but you don’t want to love her for real

wake up wrapped in navy

outside

ground frozen

but earth-toned again

will you smother my bare skin

with kisses

trace my spine

with all your secrets

if you can’t get them through your lips?

will you write me a poem

on my skin

filled with jasmine and roses

and bourbon and wishes

hope I can read between the lines

or will you make it simple for me

tell me you want to be my man

kiss my cheek and hold my hands

or will you look up at the moon

tell her you met someone

tell her you like the way she makes you feel

but you don’t want to love her for real

you’d rather let it all sink

into the sand

you’re too scared

you couldn’t kiss her cheek

and hold her hands

you’re too afraid to be her man

Lily Davan

[lilydavan]

something more

just

are we just…?

if your lips stay glued to my cheek

if you wrap your tattooed arm around me

if you pull me close in the morning

are we just…?

if my jeans are crumpled on your floor

your hands in my hair

behind closed doors

are we still not something more?

if you hold my hand

down crowded streets

say there’s a poem to write about me

maybe three

if I bury my face in your neck for warmth

in the bar with star-shaped lighting

are we still not something more?

if we two-step in the cold

cigarette between our teeth

if you say you want to dance with me

if I give you my heart

kiss your cheek

read you a poem I wrote about we

are we just…?

if at night we are tightly pressed

close as we can get

if I brush your spine

trace the crescents

if you crave my presence

are we just…?

if we lace our fingers like holy roller believers

spend wintry mornings with coffee in our palms

if we

pen in hand

write down plans

with the future still to come

are we just…?

if we share kisses

rose

jasmine

bourbon and linen

if I tell you I want you

trace your lips with my fingertips

trace your spine

write in cursive

is there a name for what this is

or are we just…?

Lily Davan

[remanence-of-love]

[thepersonalquotes]

““Don’t wait too long. Life takes unexpected turns, and we don’t always have the time we think we have.” - Sylvain Reynard, Gabriel’s Rapture”

—

[thepersonalquotes]

““Sometimes we need to be apart to understand just how much we truly love each other.” - Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook”

—

[surqrised]

“Don’t you dare fucking touch my heart unless you plan to stay.”

— Unknown

[surqrised]

“growth isn’t always constant. relapses happen. it doesn’t erase all your success.”

— Unknown

[extramadness]