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 Anghel

Nigel Walker
 

Fara nume

Iubesc dragostea pe care o facem
de la sarutarile furate si
mainile care se strang pe strazi
pana la miscarea usoara a pielii peste piele,
limbile care se ating usor, fiori iuti de dorinta.
Iubesc sa imi spui cuvintele tale fierbinti.
Iubesc si miscarile silentioase ale mainilor tale
care incing focul.

Si vreau sa-ti strang, sa-ti ating, sa-ti musc sanii,
sa-ti gust trupul moale si puternic,
sa rostesc lucrurile pe care imi doresc sa le fac
si apoi sa le fac pe masura ce transpiram usor.
Nu-ti fa griji ca e doar atat.
Prea des ceea ce arat sunt cuvinte ce nu s-au inventat inca,
toate insemnand dorinta, nevoie si trainicie
si dragostea cea adevarata de tine.