Текст песни Meanwhile, Back In Communist Russia... - Cusp

tender, tender all of a sudden-
i rise from my dreams of the sea
to the ebb and flow of your breath
this rhythm that i crest caught
a feather propelled on a lick of surf
this sound that rounds out the heart
of a shell, time dissolves to your
pulse's tick & i can feel it-
buried in the depth of me.
you're sleeping-
your eyelashes echoing the cusp of
the moon & I watch the descent of a
single morning-tear. a six-point star
-- sideways slipping -- i'm touched
by the sheer flush of your skin.
tangle, tangled up, joined by a
seamless skein, alive to every point of
contact