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.

Cristina Florea

Nigel Walker
 

Fara nume

Iubesc felul nostru de a ne iubi,
de la saruturi furate si
strangeri de mana pe strazi,
pana la atingeri usoare unul de pielea celuilalt,
limbile simtindu-se, franturi repezi de dorinta.
Iubesc felul tau de a-mi spune, cuvintele tale fierbinti.
Iubesc si miscarile mute ale mainilor tale,
ce imi trezesc simturile.

Si imi doresc sa te imbratisez, sa te mangai, sa-ti musc pieptul,
sa-ti ating si sa-ti savurez trupul de portelan,
sa spun lucrurile pe care vreau sa le fac
si apoi sa le facem in timp ce transpiram usor.
Nu te nelinisti ca asta este tot.
Deseori, ceea ce arat sunt cuvinte inca neinventate,
care toate inseamna dorinta, nevoie, permanenta
si adevarata iubire de tine.