NIGEL WALKER

Nameless

I love the love we make
from the snatched kisses and
the squeezing hands in streets
to the slow move of skin on skin,
the tongues that flick, quick fishes of desire.
I love your telling me, your burning words.
Love too the quiet movements of your hands
that bring on fire.

And want to hold, brush, bite your breasts,
to lick and lap your strong pale body up,
to say the things I wish to do
and then to do them as we gently sweat.
Don't fret that this is all there is.
So often what I show are words never invented yet
that all mean want and need and permanence and
the true love of you.

Ionela Adam

Nigel Walker
 

Fara nume

Iubesc iubirea ce se naste
din sarutari furate si
strangeri de maini pe strada
pana la miscarile lente ale trupurilor noastre,
limbile nelinistite, pline de dorinta.
Iubesc ce-mi spui, cuvintele-ti fierbinti.
Iubesc miscarile lente ale mainilor tale
ce aprind focul dorintei.

Vreau sa cuprind, sa mangai, sa-ti musc sanii,
sa ling, sa-ti gust trupul fraged,
sa-ti spun tot ce vreau sa fac
si apoi sa ti le spun in timp ce asudam usor.
Sa nu crezi ca asta e tot.
Adesea iti arat cuvinte neinventate inca
care inseamna dorinta, nevoia si permanenta
ta iubire.