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.

Patricia Neculae

Nigel Walker
 

Nenumit

Iubesc felul in care facem dragoste
de la saruturile furate si
strangerea mainilor pe strada
pana la miscarea usoara a pielii pe piele,
limbile care se ating, pesti rapizi ai dorintei.
Iubesc felul cum imi vorbesti, cuvintele tale arzatoare.
Iubesc totodata miscarile linistite ale mainilor tale
care ma infierbanta.

Si vreau sa iti cuprind sanii, sa ti-i mangai, sa ti-i musc,
sa-ti ling si sa-ti gust tot trupul puternic si palid
sa-ti spun ce lucruri vreau sa fac
si sa le facem apoi transpirand incet.
Nu-ti fie teama ca asta este tot.
Adesea ce-ti arat sunt cuvinte neinventate inca
toate semnificand dorinta, nevoia, permanenta si
iubirea adevarata ce o simt.