Peering through me to sneak a peek
you try to discern glinting lights and shadows moving
eyelahes brushing the metal like so many before
but I will not give in to the tickling for secrecy is my pride.
What? Do I know?
Oh, yes, but no, I shall not tell you what lies beyond.
No, not this time.
And now go, divert your gaze to things I need not conceal
before your vision is suddenly occluded and you shamefully straighten up
as the key is inserted
from the other side.