to have paris,

by Rachel Lynch


to have paris,

to have known you.

soft blonde hair in your hardworking hands.

when expression of femininity

meets her masculine match-

tides pull back,

no space for water to seep between our grasp.

for a moment’s time,

we close the polarity of existence,

and blend what the heavens could never keep apart.


in the garden of my mind,

by Rachel Lynch


in the garden of my mind,

where the good seeds grow,

and the bad dissolves away-

i have loved many times,

but none like what i am about to find.

a seed with roots so deep,

they intertwine with my own.

a love worth worrying about,

a dream worth deciphering,

does she dance like you?

so free upon her earthbound feet.

certainly souls like hers,

have been planted here before.


dive in

by Rachel Lynch


she is the depths of everything unknown,

a swirling world inside one girl.

you’ll want a key,

but the lock changes everyday,

as she grows, develops, and expands her arcline.

she falls into her destiny,

as you fall away.