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.

Veronica Stoianovici

Nigel Walker
 

Fara nume

Iubesc dragostea pe care o facem
de la saruturile furate si
strangerile de maini pe strazi
miscarea usoara a pielii peste piele
limbile care se misca subtil, pestisori rapizi ai dorintei.
Iubesc felul in care imi povestesti, cuvintele tale fierbinti.
Iubesc si miscarile linistite ale mainilor tale
care aprind focul.

Si doresc sa tin, sa ating usor si sa-ti musc sanii,
sa-ti ling si sa-ti acopar corpul puternic
si sa spun ce lucruri as vrea sa fac
si apoi sa le facem in timp asudam usor.
Nu te necaji ca asta e tot ceea ce exista.
Adesea ceea ce prezint sunt cuvinte care nu au mai fost inventate
si toate inseamna dorinta si nevoie permanenta,
adevarata dragoste pentru tine.