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