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.

Corina Iscru

Nigel Walker
 

Fara nume

Imi place cum facem dragoste
de la sarutarile furate si
strangerile de mana pe strada
pana la miscarea usoara a pielii pe piele,
limbile care se ating cu dorinta.
Imi plac cuvintele pasionale pe care mi le spui.
Imi place si miscarea usoara a mainilor tale
care ma infierbanta.

Si vreau sa-ti apuc, sa-ti strang si sa-ti musc sanii,
sa-ti ling si sa-ti infasor trupul palid
sa-ti spun lucrurile pe care vreau sa le fac
si apoi sa le fac in timp ce transpiram usor.
Nu te ingrijora, asta nu e tot.
Ce iti arat adesea sunt cuvinte inca neinventate
care arata dorinta, nevoia, permanenta si
adevarata dragoste pentru tine.