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.

"do you know where the wild things go, they go along to take your honey"

by Rachel Lynch

i met him with intensity,

and he said never mind.

what is it about a girl on fire that you adamantly douse?

the easier prey are the ones you feed on,

but surely, even they are too majestic for your failing grasp.

only taking what is right in front of you,

didn’t anyone ever teach you how long it takes to build an empire?

a world worth having, a woman worth having - both worth working for.

cities on flame with rock n roll

by Rachel Lynch

The embers of the city light me up, and simultaneously burn me whole.

How can a place so uplifting make you feel gravity like never before?

Is it her conflicting nature that keeps us inhabiting her grasp?

Those of us who believe we live in the center of the world, may also have the shortest end of the stick.

Minimal flowers and trees amongst ample roaches, and a new invasive species like icing on the cake.

Sometimes I don’t know why I love something so pungent and terrifying.

I am averse to risk by nature, so it can’t be some thrill seeking quest.

I must manage to find beauty in the chaos, inspiration in disparity.

Wherever I set my gaze, I am the one who proclaims beauty or defeat.

Perhaps, New York’s magic lies in each one of us,

her humble residents, with eyes beaming for her everyday.

We are a bird and her wings,

New York City and its people.