The Haunting

But will it crumble at my touch?
Or burn until we fall?
The elevating sounds only then they heed my call,Image result for romance painting
The sounds a’rich with color that only ears can see,
To you myself I give, to you myself I leave,
So that I am not, but I am…
Beyond all comprehension I babble like a fool,
I babble through my fingers against the tender keys,
Will it crumble at my touch, the flesh above your bones?
Will this burn until we fall?
And have none left to call?
Do you feel my quickened pulse? The fables left concealed?
Of your eyes, your lips, the haunting

The haunting of your gaze and the hands that play like fate,
The haunting of your smile, I shall perish at this rate,
Love me now or never, down the cliffs we roll… to jagged edges and rippled waters
To you myself I give, to you myself I leave,
So that I am not, but I am
Can you tell of the fables? Can you feel my pulse?
For by your eyes, your lips, I am haunted
It would burn until we fall, and none will be left standing,
For if the world began today, it could not have been later,

Whence first our eyes beheld, did we know the game of fate?
Or like mere mortals were we led unbeknownst?
For my life, you have altered to the very strings that bind, gentle sighs, your laughter, you haunt me

I babble through my fingers against the tender keys, do not you hear the music?
From you it was begot, it’s written in your eyes, it’s carved upon your lips,
It taunts the blood within so that it boils,
I shall perish at this rate!
Apaixionado por você, ou meu coração está louco!

I babble through my fingers against the tender keys, and time is endless…
Of your eyes, your lips, I am haunted.

-Nemi B

 

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I am from a diverse background and I spent the early part of my life in the bustling city of Lagos and later moved to New York. I love travelling because it opens up a whole new perspective of the world around us. I have also studied abroad in France, China, England, Brazil and briefly lived in Ghana. Because of my love for culture and the unusual, through travel I have broken down the walls of nationalism, and I have come to see myself as a world citizen. I write to dream. The art of writing makes me feel free because it is an art in which there are no limits to where my mind can go, and in this I find comfort. I have completed the first draft of my first novel and I seek to eventually publish it. Although I have never published any of my work, writing is something that has always dwelt within me, and I always hoped that one day I will be brave enough to share my work with the world. © 2015 Nemi Boyo. Unauthorized use and/duplication of the material on this site is strictly prohibited. All written work has been copyrighted. All rights reserved unless otherwise stated. Excerpts and links may be used provided that full and clear credit is given to Nemi Boyo.

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