One warm night when Gunter wasn't home,
I lay in bed with all the lights off.
While sirens screamed in the streets outside,
I telneted to a webmoo in Colorado.

The room into which I was thrown
was empty except for a gold framed Rajput miniature in which
beneath a dark green tree that was laden with round red fruit,
a couple sat close together.
Her graceful hands lay on the opening of his saffron robes.
His larger hands caressed her cream colored breasts.

_____"look picture," I typed.

..................................................... home