I could never resist the siren call of the mirror selfie- its shared secrets between me and the image of sublime male youth, beyond the touch of time or the humanness of experience. His body has become the tangible expression of a forgotten sensual desire, one that was explored in the solarium of my own head. I stand within this sacred space– my fingertips lightly grazing his photo-smooth skin, and my breath escapes in waves of longing. And yet, I find myself inside his dream– my own almost forgotten past awakening.