The Teacher
written by: Eoghan Lyng
@eoghanlyng
Caressed, undressed, still and shorn,
The beating hearts were our only words.
We chanted names becoming
Those words still running
A champion stare cared faring,
Her blue eyes staring, blond
Beguiling, sharing records from 74
As Robert Plant sang of Byron Aur,
She came in Krsna’s arms
As my hands fell on her eyes
And there she cried, so still and alive,
Twenty years disappeared, had we
Suddenly entered tranquility so
heartily and steadily, readily
Sharing the beats crept inward
upward and suggested?
Eoghan Lyng is an Irish man and sometime writer. He lives in Glasgow, having written from the perspective from Cork, Madrid and Prague. He has written for OutlawPoetry, VadaMagazine and FromTheLighthouse.
Latest posts by Eoghan Lyng (see all)
- Ramblings of a Listless Man - January 27, 2025
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