Saddle Sore

I’d let you go.
untouched unseen
Faded dull,
became your sheen

 

With lack of heed
your jeweled patine
tarnished green
by envies course

 

We shared this view
As longed for each
To blush
again so soon

 

To strip you down
with scented oil
and callous hands
massaged back
Smooth

 

Though done before
caressed and buffed
Polished
once more
to all your splendor

 

We’ll let them know
We share this
Bond
By winning

First in show

 

Author's Note

This goes for relationships too
Don't neglect or take it for granted

Reviews

[Angel's Lady]

Wonderful!
Even though I knew from the title what you were talking about, it was simply wonderful imagining your hands rubbing the leather, feeling each little groove and curve, taking care of something so valuable, so perfect in it's own way.
You painted exactly the right picture, and, now, I want a saddle and a horse! (Is it true you can ride a cowboy, save a horse? It seems I heard that somewhere before! haha Oh well. I guess I'm not THAT curious! haha)

This is a really great write.
Good job.