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.

Iuliana Florea

Nigel Walker
 

Fara nume

Iubesc dragostea pe care o facem
de la saruturile furate
si strangerile de mana pe strada
pana la miscarea lenta a pielii pe piele,
limbile care se ating, iuti pesti ai dorintei.
Iubesc sa mi-o spui, cuvintele tale arzatoare.
Iubesc de asemenea miscarile lente ale mainilor tale
care ma pun pe jar.

Si vreau sa te tin in brate, sa te ating usor, sa-ti musc sanii,
sa-ti ling si sa-ti sorb trupu-ti palid si ferm,
sa numesc lucrurile pe care vreau sa le fac
si apoi sa le facem in timp ce asudam usor.
Nu te nelinisti ca asta ar fi tot.
Adeseori ceea ce-ti arat sunt cuvinte care nu s-au inventat inca
toate insemnand dorinta, nevoie, stabilitate si
adevarata mea dragoste pentru tine.