chloe young - Clutching

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.

chloe young

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