She looked my way, then smiled and waved. <br />The perfect blonde - less half my age, <br />I was entraped - she so behaved. <br /> <br />She encroached my space as waves on a shore <br />Until my mind was mine no more, <br />That she very quickly saw. <br /> <br />My leisure time she re-shaped, <br />My image subjected to re-make <br />And what was left - hers to take? <br /> <br />To move in circles she adored <br />Designer clothes came to the fore <br />With baubles, tattoos and caps galore. <br /> <br />Life on the spend became her bent <br />Showing off where'er we went <br />My enslavement slowly being spent. <br /> <br />She went one day - the end became, <br />And all I have, that now remains - <br />My tattood chest bearing her name.<br /><br />Cecilia Parkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/entrapment-3/
