Meanwhile, Back In Communist Russia... - Cusp lyrics

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 and i can feel it Buried in the depths of me You're sleeping - Your eyelashes echoing the cusp of The moon & i watch the decent of a Single morning-tear. a six point star - sideways slipping - i'm touched By the shear flush of your skin Tangle, tangled up joined by a Seamless skein. alive to every point of Contact