snow

a field
of unspoiled snow
appears
while you sleep beside her.
no angel.
no devil, either of
you,
lying in the cool
room
unlistening
to the crank
of air, the blow of fan.
tired
to the bone
with summer,
the heat that wilts
your soul.
you dream and shiver
as the next season
approaches,
a field of unspoiled
snow.