Paradise
There is a place
that I dream about.
Happiness lives there.
Love too.
It is the space between your
beautiful teeth,
it comes to me now
and I accept it.
Baby, I love to
feast my eyes on
your gap tooth because
inside it I
find myself tasting
the juice sprawled
on your tongue.
Depression picks up
a knife
killing itself so that I will
be free to
carry you firmly
inside me.
You are a voice
drowning smaller
voices that connote fear.
You are love
and I stick out my tongue;
a bridge for
your tongue to walk on
and feel paradise with me.
