Trail Rides

You are the
stubborn horse
led to the water,
I could never
get you to drink.
We were never
stall mates
anyway.
Countless hours wasted,
mucking out your
lonely stall.
My reward of
muddy jeans
and misplaced straw,
has long needed
to go out
to pasture.
Go ahead,
bloat your belly
and Ill tighten
the cinch.
Keep flicking my kisses off,
like flies chewing on ears.
No more sugarcubes
and bare back rides,
till
you take me on a
trail ride again.

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