The Teacher, a poem written by Eoghan Lyng at

The Teacher

The Teacher

written by: Eoghan Lyng



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?

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