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.

Oana Teodora Ionescu

Nigel Walker
 

Fara nume

Ador dragostea noastra pe care-o facem
din sarutarile furate si
strangerile de maini pe strazi
pana la atingerile suave de piele pe piele,
limbile jucause, sageti de dorinta.
iubesc si felul in care-mi poruncesti, vorbele tale usturatoare.
Si mai ador si miscarile lente ale mainilor tale
care infierbanta.

Si vreau sa-ti cuprind, sa-ti mangai si sa-ti musc sanii,
sa-ti ling si sa-ti sorb corpul puternic si palid,
sa-ti spun toate lucrurile pe care vreau sa le fac
si-apoi sa le fac pe cand tandru asudam.
Nu te teme, caci asta nu e totul.
Adesea, ceea ce simt sunt vorbe neinventate inca
si toate inseamna dorinta si nevoie si trainicie si
dragostea adevarata pentru tine.