Poem-Bubble

I held a dream in my hand
you and me
sunlight and dappled shade
smiles
washed dishes
warm mornings and hot nights

A dream like a bubble
floating on the currents of life
swirling on the surface,
our faces reflecting back in colors
the world inside protected
a gossamer shield

Like a child, I held out my hand
wanting to touch paradise
wanting to crawl into the bubble

And, for a moment
the briefest of butterfly kisses
a spark of recognition
a gasp of ecstasy

The dream trembled in my hand
beautiful
swirling
post orgasmic

before it popped

and covered me with nightmare.