night blossoms

when she lies
with him, she dreams
soft golden dreams
of their children,
with deep brown eyes
and his red hair. he
has never thought
of children,
never imagined her eyes
in any other face.
he dreams of a house
in the desert, quiet,
with cactus growing
from the walls, and
a mountain for him
to climb in the back yard.
their legs tangle all night
in the sheets.
he wakes up
with sand
in his mouth.