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This slab of oxidized copper

a perfect stranger you've known for years

I put behind what cannot be altered

and set my sights on hoards of beleaguered unknowns

searching for an ailment

Assembling at the makeshift triage

...some call it a bar...

I provide what charm and heart I can scrounge together

on a given day

from the tired, leaky vessel

..still, the haggard seals holding strong

They often find fairness in my bravado

so after cordial nothings

we serve each other chivalrously

playing the games fully-equipped

conversation thermometer

room barometer

and a heart monitor on full power -

..maybe they just love the attention, I could always be mistaken..

..but their finely-tuned eyes aren't missing a moment

enticed minds chomping away

like carnival-quality kettle corn on matinee

*sigh*

Even after donning the weather gear

I often leave unsatisfied here

because while I'm fully aware we're all a bit crazy and guarded

so few actively seek the discovery of how the game works..

so few question the craft

so few look for the keys

and ask the honest questions

and really, they're fine with that

Just once

that's all it'll take -

because I'll know when I see the inquisitive warmth of legitimate curiosity in your eyes - 

I want to want you

to challenge me..

dare me

to show you

an affection that may be weathered

but more importantly, remains malleable

and if I find your will to be true

and my eyes are satisfied

I promise

that I will stay 

when others quietly fade

Bear me the beautiful burden of wielding Cupid's arrow,

rather than existing alone

as the tarnished, aimless slab I represent today

and if so be done, so I begin with only you

concurrent anew