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.