Impulsions

Vibrations musing each stemmed nerve-
ending with that itch to move,
inclinations to dig hands inside
and turn it out, freeing the clay
of creation, molding it into awe.

Words resuscitate my hands,
pushing pulses into veins,
shaking my spirit awake -
my heart beats with overflowing inspiration,
the feelings bounding like cabaret dancers,
seductive and sexy.

Like looking into the fiery eyes
of a gypsy - see the lightning flash,
the electrical impulses that are her
essence, bound to the body;
but free inside her mind, see
her freedom when she dances,
in her lust, in her love -
this my muse has blown into me.

Musical Expressions

Gavotte to the hornpipes,
turning to the tambourine
shaking her restless spirit
moving down her body
and back up again.

Her eyes flashing prisms of blue,
hair flashing like flickers of fire,
I can see how she moves,
third person familiar,
I can almost feel her through the mirror.

My freely reflected self,
held down by nothing,
I close my eyes and
she dances with me,
we are perfectly matched.

Her voice rings in my ears
as I turn and turn,
singing through my lips,
I am transposed
into a musical muse.

Every movement a note,
every chord a song,
echoing with rhythm
beating life, escalating
until the music comes to a stop.