I am the winter snow storm you have never dreamed of.
The kind that is so cold it becomes painful but
you know that the pain will go away and the cold
will become warmth so you kiss my chapped lips
and runny nose anyway.
You are the summer vacation I need when I am
stressing over bills I do not have the money
to pay for. You are so hot; I get steamy
in the way that I like. So I pull you in and
kiss your smooth lips and perfect nose
every day.
But my allergies spike in the summer. And you always catch a cold in the winter. Allergies are not as prominent as the symptoms of the common cold. And shoveling snow in -20 degrees Celsius is worse than mowing the lawn in 35.
So I do not blame you for finding your own summer vacation that helps you gain perspective and enhance your creativity, rather than being trapped with me, your very own blizzard of 1993.