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.

Paula Sezonov

Nigel Walker
 

Fara nume

Imi place la nebunie cum ne iubim
sarutandu-ne pe furis si
strangandu-ne mainile pe strazi
pana la miscarea lenta a pielii tale pe pielea mea,
si la atingerea limbilor noastre, pesti ageri ai dorintei.
Ador felul in care imi vorbesti, cuvintele tale care ard.
Imi plac si miscarile potolite ale mainilor tale
care aduc cu ele foc.

Si doresc sa tin in maini, sa ma ating, sa-ti musc sanii,
sa ling si sa gust cu nesat din trupul tau puternic si palid,
sa spun lucrurile pe care doresc sa le fac
si apoi sa le fac transpirand usor impreuna.
Nu te nelinisti ca asta-i tot.
Atat de des ceea ce-ti arat sunt cuvinte inca neinventate
care inseamna toate dorinta si nevoie si stabilitate si
adevarata dragoste pentru tine.