Kaleidoscope Balloon

 
It was a dream that woke me, wide-eyed, breath short.
I glowed with the choice, to think about it, or sleep
and re-live it.

Russian doll dreams, where I slept. You leant over,
wavering but wanting. I awoke, instinctively kissed you,
hands pulling your collar.

Everything lifted, a kaleidoscope balloon adrift
on orange crush clouds. It was the start and the end,
and all I wanted.