With whomever you do battle in your deepest of dreams; with whichever parts of you war in the darkness of your subconscious; I wish a you chest pounding and teary eyed pinnacle as you look down on the losses you’ve traded all your days for. I wish you a warm spooned partner with strong arms and a cool chest of reassurance. Retire your kicks and punches at midnight and rest with an easy lover; the tops of his feet filling the supine cups of yours. I wish you a good fight, and a good night.