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.

Roxana Mindrican

Nigel Walker
 

Anonim

Iubesc felul in care ne iubim
de la sarutari furate pana la
strangeri de maini pe strazi
si lenta atingere a trupurilor,
si limbile unduindu-se, pesti ageri ai dorintei.
Iubesc ceea ce-mi spui, cuvintele tale inflacarate.
Iubesc miscarile tacute ale mainilor tale
ce ma-nfierbanta.

Si vreau sa-mbratisez, s-ating sa-ti musc sanii,
sa ling, sa-ti sorb trupul tau pal si viguros,
sa-ti spun lucrurile pe care as dori sa le fac
si sa le fac apoi cand tandru asudam.
Sa nu te temi ca asta-i tot.
Ce-ades rostesc sunt vorbe ce inca nu s-au inventat
al caror sens este, dorinta, nevoie, trainicie
si-adevarata mea iubire pentru tine.