The Episodic Traveler

When I am void of all interruptions, I quietly visit a place known only to me.
I travel there by way of a feeling and emotions never lost.
I fall backwards into the waiting arms of time, landing softly into my memory of you. And you are just as I saw you last, sweet to all my senses.
I stare longingly into your large brown eyes.
They are pools of the gods, warm and inviting.
As I reach toward your face to brush a single lock of hair from your brow, my hand is intercepted by your own and gently led to the softness of your profile.
Pulling you close, I breathe in deep to steal away the perfumed essence of your hair.
Like the flower just come to bloom, you draw me in that I might be forever lost in the fragrance of your petals.
And it is here that I would gladly abandon all reality, to be marooned for eternity in the blissfulness of your arms.
For I am safe in them as in no other sanctuary I have known.
Fond is your skin to mine as that of fine silk surely beheld only by one of royalty.
Turning to meet my gaze, our lips brush ever so slightly together and then begin to dance together in a delightful rhythm.
No closer to heaven has even a good man come without shaking the hand of death.
I am oblivious to time, as the hours melt away like the snowflakes of winter's last storm that have been caught by the rays of the spring sun.
Suddenly I am forced to recon with a truth not of my choosing.
With a violent pull I am ripped from your arms and dragged forward till you are but a memory once again.
Jealous is the other world, that it would deprive us of our love with such spite.
Till I see you again my love.

My eyes slowly open and I say aloud...
Damn the interruptions.