Caleb Azumah Nelson

The gaze requires no words at all; it is an honest meeting.

Every time you remember something, the memory weakens, as you’re remembering the last recollection, rather than the memory itself. Nothing can remain intact. Still, it does not stop you wanting, does not stop you longing.

Love made you Black, as in, you were most coloured when in her presence.

The gaze requires no words at all; it is an honest meeting.

You came here to speak of shame and its relation to desire. There should be no shame in openly saying, I want this. There should be no shame in not knowing what one wants.

You create a small world for yourselves, and for you both only, sitting on this sofa, looking out at the world which has a tendency to engulf even the most alive.

It is the wrong season to have a crush. Meeting someone on a summer’s evening is like giving a dead flame new life.

Sweet conversation from sour lips, the salt on the rim of the glass perched on the tongue.

You ricochet through the dark underbelly of London.

Her spirit is everywhere.