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.

Simona Pavaloiu

Nigel Walker
 

Fara de nume

Ador preludiul ce reiese
Din sarutari furate si
Din strangeri de maini pe strada
Pana la lenta miscare a pielii
A limbilor ce se lovesc usor,
Pesti iuti ai dorintei.
Iubesc ce-mi spui, cuvintele arzatoare
Si ador miscarile tacute ale mainilor tale
Ca ma infierbanta.

Si vreau sa te cuprind, sa te ating, sa-ti musc usor sanii
Sa-ti simt si sa-ti gust trupul pal si puternic
Sa-ti spun si apoi sa fac ceea ce doresc
In timp ce tandru asudam.
Nu-ti fie teama ca asta ar fi totul.
Atat de des intruchipez cuvinte
Ce nu au fost vreodata inventate
Si toate semnifica dorinta, nevoie, trainicie
Si dragostea sincera ce ti-o port.