Unbidden He entered her world...
Virtually,sweeping away her inhibitions...

"I am a collector..." He said..."Every collector has obsessions...And mine are Snapshots..unusual ones...like yours...
Ones that make me feel like You were touching Me..."

"Poems...I write poems...like an endless film...Weaving different strands together...not a snapshot.." I said....

" They're Snapshots...Pictures of fragments of time...memories." He said..."Lucid...crystalline...limpid..."

I quivered as uninvited thoughts filled me...
Him and I...
A secret space...glass enclosed...
Virtually real....
Words that felt like his hands are on my *******...
His body pressing close to mine...
He is there... and so am I...

"Always remember....Your poems are pictures...of things about to happen... And I love the thrill...
of that just-before kind of feeling...
The feeling that it's going to be a great snapshot..."