Rib Cage

the sunset looks like a bruise
when you’re around i am more
aware of my consciousness
and things like that there is beauty
everywhere is a house that is being
built under my ribcage and in the folds
of your lips there is spit and it glistens
without provocation and i am a whole
person with teeth and pores and so
are (you) are the moment between
asleep and awake when the birds
speak of nothings as something
and your sunrise as home.