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.

Stefania Ileana Tarcomnicu

Nigel Walker
 

Fara nume

Iubesc dragostea pe care o facem
De la sarutul furat si
Stransul mainilor pe strada
La miscarea usoara intre corpuri,
Limbile care se misca, pesti iuti ai dorintei.
Iubesc cand imi spui cuvintele arzande.
Iubesc si miscarile tacute ale mainilor tale
Care aprind focul.

Si vreau sa tin, sa ating, sa musc sanii tai,
Sa ling si sa savurez tot corpul tau palid,
Sa spun lucrurile pe care vreau să le fac
Si apoi sa le fac in timp ce transpiram incet.
Nu te speria ca asta e totul.
Atat de des, ceea ce arat sunt cuvinte, inca neinventate
Si toate inseamna dorinta, nevoia si permanenta si
Adevarata dragoste pentru tine.