A poem by Alicia Bonnelame

lost love
you lie there
a graceless angel
hair like molasses
slow-spilling over your shoulders
black honey silk

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you were my Galatea
my dreams were molten – supernova –
but now they crust and flake
brittle

as the fantasy of you metamorphoses before my eyes
and the cotton candy haze of my idolatry clears
i see that your celestial body
was never mine to worship
yet still i don’t know how to stop being haunted by the shape of your love

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but now september has withered away
and i have spent the last 3 years of my life
valiantly trying to scrub off the brand of your memory
but do not fret my Madonna
because you no longer fill out the faceless silhouette of my domestic desires

you were my fairytale
but everyone knows their heroes end as weeping angels
and i realise now
that the love i had for you all this time
is still the love i have for you today
it was just more naïve