Insomnia

Can't sleep tonight

My hips want to sway

To the beat in my brain

Every fiber tense with motion

For the lack of expression

Because the hours tell me no

Churning songs

Ricochet in my bones

Tangling my sheets

It's nothing deep

Nothing special or unique

Just a desire

To move, to groove

Carving out something

That's purely inspiration

Without inhibition

Just gyrating my body

With the desire in my head

That sees no reason

Blame it on the hours

Forcing clamped tight eyes

When pliable minds wander

Too wild for the ease of sleep

7/8/08