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.

George Cojocaru

Nigel Walker
 

Nenumit

Ador amorul nostru,
de la sarutarile furate
si strangerile de maini pe strada,
pana la contopirea lenta a trupurilor noastre,
sau la limbile ce ni se ating, pesti rapitori ai dorintei.
Ador rostirea ta, cuvintele-ti patimase.
Ador si cumintile mangaieri ale mainilor tale
ce ma aprind.

Vreau sa-ti cuprind, sa-ti mangai si sa-ti musc sanii,
sa-ti ling si sa-ti sorb trupu-ti livid,
sa-ti spun ce-as vrea sa-ti fac
si-apoi sa-ti fac in timp ce asudam usor.
Sa nu te temi ca asta-i tot.
Adesea cuvintele mele nu sunt din lumea asta,
si toate-nseamna dorinta si nevoie si dainuire
si dragoste adevarata pentru tine.