Katie S.


I did not mean to take your shoes.
They were sitting there pretty,
Innocent and perfect,
Calling out to me with the force of a fog horn,
In an octave that only my ears could hear.
It really wasn’t my fault,
The temptation was too strong.
And knew it would be wrong
But just to try them on,
I could see nothing wrong.
They were defenseless against me,
With no feet to help them kick.
But they were so cute,
With their perfectly shaped tips and heels.
And matched perfectly with my outfit,
I had to try them on.

They fit my feet,
Like a lost child fits his mother’s arms,
Perfect and comfortable,
Never to be separated.
My toes pressed comfortably against the front,
The laces perfectly looped like rabbit ears.

And then,
Mesmerized by their look and feel,
Their beauty and shape,
I forgot to take them off.


Copyright 2002-2008 Student Publishing Program (SPP). Poetry and prose 2002-2008 by individual authors. Reprinted with permission. SPP developed and designed by Strong Bat Productions.