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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

Eoghan Lyng

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.
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