too much / TV를 껐네

I want too much to be connected deeply
to feel your stories surface beneath me
to let them fill the empty spaces
between our bodies, between our faces

the songs that stem from behind your eyes
kicking and writhing as they come alive
swelling up eagerly to meet and surround
their scars to bear as engravings profound

I want for our souls to intertwine
gentle like limbs of entangled vines
blossoming lips, a caress of spring
an intercourse of beautiful and broken things