That pristine linen life of yours –
Mapped out on wishful, golden shores.
A risk once ruined peace of mind
Destabilised when challenged,
Snapped into fragments hard to find.
Now celluloid and monotone
With limited exposure,
A self-imposed enclosure,
Wrapped up, protected and alone.
Romance can offer only threats –
Seductive siren call,
To fly at first, then fall,
Strapped up in bonds of old regrets.
So stay within illusions’ shores
So falsely energised,
Trapped pristine linen life of yours.