I am the fighter:

I once met a man.

Upon entering his home,

I crept into his bed

As he slept

Next to his wife.

I put on some silence

And kissed him

Between the eyes

As he realized I was there.

Silence.

Cold nipped at my

Nose, lips, and feet

As I stood

Waiting

In your front yard.

The night was beautiful.

There was light coming…

Coming for me.

You approached me:

You chastised me.

You embraced me,

And we danced—

Forehead to forehead,

Cheek to cheek.

Your cold, quiet touch

Seeping peacefully into my skin

I am the lover of the pale:

The ghost maker,

The ghost lover.

I am the fighter.