So recently
you seemed perfect
but now you’re weathered
worn
the elements have done something
or maybe it’s simply a matter of perception.

Possibly
the more of you I’ve seen
the less mysteriously magic
you appear.
Maybe I’ve gotten used to your contours and curves
and they don’t entrance so completely
in this age.

The cause is lost to me
but so is the intense appeal
you once held.
I’m sorry
but I just can’t fake it any more.
I’m going back to the farm
and asking for a newer pig.