I lay still, in silence, clinging to the resonance of her voice. Following breath, an echoed pulse, the strain of heavy eyelids. Bruised, broken skin, tangled tongues caught amidst contemplations. Incomplete, the breeze that swept me into a state of defeat, with crossed fingers held against my neck. I beg for sleep, with a smile on my face, tracing the lines of a ghost. Weakening, reverie shivers, your name caught on my tongue. Trade voice for sleep, entwined in sheets, lay still with me.