Poetry by Emmalyn Danvers

        Anastasia R CC



I wish you the best

I wish you the best 
in all you do but wishing never got me too far 
where you were concerned, did it?

Your boots left angry imprints on my heart
that can't be filled in by midnight texts you send, high
as the mountains I'm still climbing

Everything is nothing at all when I'm up late
thinking of you and the candles you blew out, wishes
left hanging on the wind




That girl you lust after

That girl you lust after walks in on steel heels, the kind to fuck you up
because she’s used to seeing nothin’ more than a man’s back

She sails in gracious beauty of the dollar-store kind
while teetering on the edge of never-after

You see her under the neon lights of some sacred bar throne but
promises get you little more than ten minutes of unfair play

Isn’t that the point in places like these?

She isn’t something you consume no, you take her in one swallow
like a vitamin to cure what ails you even if you’re left empty-handed 




She

I bathe myself in the well of her
worship at the altar of her thighs

chase and bleed for 
rosewater and cardamom of her lips

Emmalyn Danvers is the pen name of a not-lost-but-wandering spirit. She is a librarian, lover, & perpetual observer of the world. She prefers a little coffee with her cream, dancing amidst thunderstorms, and dark literary fiction that will twist your soul.

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