In the shoestore
I find myself unable to resist
the charm of this handsome young man
who makes me feel sexy
down to my feet.
He smiles,
playfully assesses my taste,
suggests, confirms, affirms.
It doesn’t matter that I see him
doing the same with every woman —
young, medium and old —
in the store.
When he turns to me,
his attention is complete.
I know that in the hands of an ordinary,
understandably exasperated
shoe salesman,
today I would surely have walked out
Instead I have two new pairs of shoes.
Sexy shoes.


©Ellen Azorin