Heat War

The thermostat clicks, again we’re at war,

a constant battle, the air thick with lore.

I’m wrapped in a blanket, shivering tight,

while you strip down, feeling the heat’s bite.

It rises and falls like our voices in brawl,

each degree a reminder of who feels small.

You’re too hot to compromise, I’m too cold to cope,

we circle each other, like fighters with hope.

Digits blink boldly, rising with pride,

while I nestle deeper, trying to hide.

In this little space, can we ever agree?

Or are we destined to bicker, just you and me?