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.