What's Mine is Yours

What’s Mine is Yours

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies. –Aristotle

            I want to press my cheek to yours

when you talk, or chew, or smile,
and hear the echoed waves of thought
that sound between your ear and mine.
I want to seal your lips with mine
and taste the words unspoken;
whisper sweetly through your teeth,
inhale your lungs with mine.
I want to hold your hand in mine
till creases fuse and knuckles knot;
trade you hearts, dress in your skin,
and trace your bones with mine.

            I want to sync my gaze with yours
and never blink again
to witness as you live
the matrix
of your life becoming mine.

here was the first version:
I want to care for you when you don't care,
hold you when you're losing grip,
listen when you have nothing to say,
whisper sweetly into your mouth
to give you everything you'll need
to whisper later in my ear.
to press my cheek to yours
when you talk, or chew, or smile;
seal your lips with mine,
hold your hand in mine,
take your hug and give you mine,
sync your gaze to mine,
to breathe your lungs,
trade you hearts
to trace your bones with mine,
to witness as you live
the matrix
of your life becoming mine.