There is a creature rarer than
you dare to dream.
If once it flourished
within your lungs,
savor the eternity,
it left on your tongue.
I have been evaded by
that space between the stars.
It's existence has eluded me,
it's true.
But it thrives in side your mouth
in your cuticles, it blooms
traced 'cross your eyelid
wandering from me to you.
Now I grasp the phantom creature,
I feel it's warmth between my thumbs,
taste the word within me,
because this is us and this is love.
Reposting after some edits.