The Bow that Binds Them

that dirty laundry
fits your dirty mind snugly
no compliments
no cooling cup of coffee

the hours crawling
and you sulk beneath the table
to compromise
the virtues endowed to angels

i see
what's really
happening
i see
the green your
heart's turning
i see
the dreams that
you believe
and i stick my thumb in the bow that binds them

that sweetened offer
licks my tongue as half bitter
no gourmet meal
no dinner mint to forget your flavour.