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.

Alina Ioana Stan

Nigel Walker
 

Fara nume

Iubesc cand facem dragoste
pornind de la saruturile furate si
cand ne tinem de mana pe strada
si miscarile lente prin care trupurile noastre se ating,
limbile care se lovesc, sageti rapide pline de dorinta.
Iubesc felul in care imi vorbesti, cuvintele tale inflacarate.
Iubesc si miscarile linistite ale mainilor tale
care ma ard.

Si vreau sa-ti ating, sa-ti mangai, sa-ti musc sanii,
sa-ti ling si sa-ti simt trupul puternic si pal,
sa-ti spun ce lucruri doresc sa fac
si apoi sa la facem asudand usor.
Nu te teme ca asta e totul.
Deseori, iti arat cuvinte neinventate
care reprezinta dorinta, nevoia, constanta
si dragostea adevarata pe care ti-o port.