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.

Cristine Nicolae

Nigel Walker
 

Necunoscut

Imi placea cand faceam dragoste
Incepand cu saruturile furate
Si tinutul de maini pe strada
Pana la miscarea inceata a trupurilor,
Limbile care se lovesc, sageti de dorinta.
Imi place cand imi vorbesti, cuvintele-ti ard.
De asemenea imi plac miscarile lente ale mainilor
Care trezesc dorinta.

Si vreau sa-ti apuc sanii, sa ti-i ating si sa ti-i musc,
Sa-ti sarut trupul puternic si sa te tin in brate
Ca sa-ti zic lucrurile pe care as vrea sa le fac
Si apoi sa le facem in timp ce transpiram usor.
Nu te mira ca asta e tot ce e.
Ceea ce arat adesea sunt cuinte neinventate pana acum
Si totusi inseamna dorinta, necesitate si eternitate
Si adevarata dragoste ce ti-o port.