i can see the muscles strain on your back when you lay alongside me, they look like rib cages and i lay there too and envisage that when you sleep i could reach in as a spirit and seize your heart and feel it pulsing in my palm. it would tickle my fingertips and send waves up my arms to my brain and my backbone would quiver, overpowered with ache. i would inhale deeply making your heart in sync with my notions i would be able to control the flow of your blood, i could smother it and clutch it so tight that it swells. i would imagine that it inflated so because you were dreaming of me clutching your heart.