Windows open, though doors shut

You find in me what you don’t find in him,

I find in you what I don’t find in her,

And, by that we are drawn to each other.

Each of us locked in a safe room,

With the key in masters’ hands,

We peep at each other through windows.

Modern houses provide more windows.

No such sultry. No smoulder either.

25.04.2001, Pmdi