It came to me that these are some changes:

         perhaps just the intermittent misplaced hours Here

On the resting of our bodies rIght,

        You pushed the bud of your finger to my forehead once

           or Thrice

                            Right Here

                            L-lov this finger

                   how i to beYou

In this nature of

     me and Me?

                                              though I have wishes for you

to see me 

      I profane this blood-seeking skin

          you are under

                  me,

and our home of 

             scents--water, dirt, your cat, and my wrists

        your eyes will always find blond lights when you

close

         close them

                       tightly