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.

Rodica Ionas Tita

Nigel Walker
 

Fara nume

Ador cum facem dragoste,
de la sarutarile furate
si strangerile de mana pe strada,
pana la miscarea lenta a trupurilor noastre,
la limbile ce ni se ating, iuti pesti ai dorintei.
Ador cand imi spui cuvinte arzatoare.
Si mai ador si miscarile tacute ale mainilor tale
care imi aprind simturile.

Si vreau sa-ti cuprind, sa-ti mangai si sa-ti musc sanii,
sa-ti ling si sa-ti gust puternicul trup pal,
sa rostesc ce vreau sa-ti fac
si apoi sa le facem transpirand putin.
Nu te teme ca asta ar fi tot;
adesea, ce arat sunt doar cuvinte, inca neinventate,
care toate inseamna dorinta si necesitate si trainicie
si adevarata dragoste pentru tine.