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.

Eliza Ghitulescu

Nigel Walker
 

Fara de nume

Ador dragostea pe care o facem
de la sarutari furate
si maini impreunate pe strazi
la miscarea lenta a pielii pe piele
limbile ce sfichiuiesc, cuprinse de patima.
Ador soaptele tale, vorbele fierbinti
Ador atingerile tacute ale mainilor tale
ce ma infierbanta.
Vreau sa-ti ating, sa-ti strang si sa-ti musc sanii,
sa-ti ling si sa ma-nfrupt din trupul tau palid si tare,
sa-ti descriu ce imi doresc sa-ti fac
si-apoi sa trec la fapte, sub mreaja noastra de sudoare.
Nu te teme, asta nu e totul.
Adesea rostesc vorbe necreate, insa
toate descriu dorinta si nevoie si permanenta
si iubirea sincera pe care ti-o port.