You confound me-

You are so interestingly fresh

Like a pair of new shoes.

I put you on, and you squeak a little.

My heels hurt, but only until

We both find a middle ground in the toes,

Or right between them.

(Matters like this are always *that* precise.)

And it feels just so right to wear you,

Like you fit me,

Or at least for this time.

If you were shoes, you would be a pair of sandals-

Something I can feel summer air through

Something the sand can slip into

Something I can feel real about.

Something, someone.

Or at least....

The possibility.