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.

Iulia Anchidin

Nigel Walker
 

Fara nume

Ador cum ne iubim
de la sarutarile furate si
mainile stranse pe strazi
pana la atingerea lenta a trupurilor noastre,
la limbile ce se ating, pesti iuti de dorinta.
Ador cand imi spui cuvinte arzatoare.
Ador si miscarea lenta a mainilor tale
ce imi aprinde simturile.

Si vreau sa-ti cuprind, sa-ti ating si sa-ti musc sanii,
sa-ti ling si sa-ti gust puternicul tau trup pal,
sa numesc lucrurile pe care doresc sa le fac
si apoi sa le fac pe cand asudam usor.
Nu te nelinisti ca asta e tot.
De multe ori, ce arat sunt cuvinte inca neinventate,
toate insemnand nevoie, trainicie si
dragoste adevarata pentru tine.