Dirty Thursday

You in my shirt leaves me
in a state of unrest;
you make the coffee
I make the bed;

You enter the bathroom
and use it like a tardis
you emerge like a butterfly
and I see how grey
my life is;

do not stray too close to me
do not step into my cage
but please drop by
and drop more of your clothes
not just on Thursdays.

© Copyright D. Archer October 2011

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