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 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