Strange Encounters of the Metaphorical Kind

Wrapped in a metaphorical black coat
like in cheesy detective movies, he
approaches you in a theatrical swish;
masked identity and
veiled intent.

Tell me your name.
Tell me where you live.
I shall be your friend,
I shan't impede your prerogative.

Like in cheesy detective movies
you're placed in the metaphorical interrogation seat,
blinding table light shrinking your pupils and
enticing beads of sweat. You
hate that he could see you;

all of you; naked

in the stark light within
these self-imposed walls.
In the distance you hear the nervous ticking of an
imaginary clock, pacing your pulse and
mimicking the tic engineered in your
left eye.

Why don't you tell me your name,
tell me where you live.
Then i will do the same
need you be so secretive?

Enigmatic grin and silent
rubbing of hands. You know that
beneath the mask-like exterior he
harbours dark unknowns like
the insides of a milk carton three weeks
overdue.

So turn away now.

Turn away from the metaphoric-romantic-
stranger stereotype of
cheesy detective movies. If he makes
sudden movements,
be quick.
If he makes a grab for you,

run;

Don't look back.

Because the dangers of open, blind
trust in strangers are real,
metaphorical,
cheesy detective movie or

not.