Plastic Bound

She walked in with the look of sunshine in her left eye. Behind the curtain I could not tell if she were gorgeous or just blind. When her plastic bound foot was placed upon my linoleum floor I took a glance behind to see where the projector of these lies laid. The unexpected encounter had unexplained consequences to blame. I couldn’t say no to this sudden dream. She made her way into my uncompromising mind. The tables had been turned. I was swept away. The clouds left sight over the barren, desert hills. Colors I had never seen began to creep From the ground, in the sky as I stared out my back window. With her lying by my side, I felt happy; I felt complete. The cellophane is sitting on the hardwood floors. A gray blue moth is landing on my plaster walls. The indents from the coffee table are obvious After the rough sex bumped it over, just a notch. Already in my door, her feet were sunburned and bare. I offered a cold, wet rag and she gladly accepted. We met at the town square on a Saturday afternoon. I made my way in before she had a chance to adjust her black hair. Ten years later we lie in the same place; we have not moved. We feed and drink off love and lust in this beautiful place. In our self-induced ecstasy we have bonded by the skin. The extraterrestrials came and took us absolutely nowhere. I will not say the clouds have returned from their departure. My beat up shoes are still assembled next to her bandages. Nuroo’s right eye now has a glare my father would be proud of. My bottle of beer remains half full and unfermented.