The Last Waltz

Dance with the macabre.......

 

 

The Last Waltz

 

Seduced I am by the face of vanity and disfigurement, my

jaw shattered from the {BONDAGE}

of our osculation, my

mouth leeched by sharpened tongue exhausted in salutation.

You play my ribs as if I were the

=strings= on your cello,

but these bones crumble as you strum

higher and higher, my

voice and screams you use to orchestrate Death's choir. 

 

Our diaphragms making love in perverse disagreement, I

ask thee to have mercy on my soul that begs to breathe.

I know your cadaverous mind can see

and hear me, but

instead, you stifle my vitality, ignoring each and every plea.  

 

What provokes you to graze in my dismantled flesh?

Is it the promenade between my stomach and breast, or

do you crave the vigor that hides within 

my open chest?

I waltz with you in servitude and as a willing sacrifice, you

take the lead with every step, twitch,

and pulsating beat.

Catching me as I sway, arching my back, and vertebrae,

bleeding jewel-like rubies, adorning my fears from yesterday.

 

Sweeping me around the tempest void that shadows song.

You devour what is left; I feel no pain......

I feel no wrong.

Author's Note

Artist.......Michael Hussar

Reviews

[J.V. Stanley]

Hauntingly seductive, the words play well upon my ear as I read it aloud. Feels like love torn apart and the empty shells, skeletons remain playing to each other still with the devouring love and that power that holds upon the woman. It seems as though the male figure has a sort of power over the female counterpart within this piece and how weak and vulnerable she is to the seductive techniques used by the male figure.

Our diaphragms making love in perverse disagreement, I
ask thee to have mercy on my soul that begs to breathe.

These lines cause me to imagine an argument between two lovers who constantly seem to quarrel and no matter how much the female in this piece begs for reprieve, none is given ultimately ending with-

You devour what is left; I feel no pain......
I feel no wrong.

in essence succumbing to the fact that he had won, yet inside is strongly convinced of her rightness but no longer willing to argue about it. At least this is how I interpreted the poem. Ultimately its an amazing piece of work, quite amazing in its structure. I have a fascination with dark poetry such as this. Definitely going into my favorites. I had to reread it about five times and enjoyed it more and more with each read :)

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

Such a beautiful piece ,I love your dance sometime it feels you don't even need the music just the sound of the loving hearts lead your moved . I felt the erotic touch , you were both longing for the touch of love x

[Ice Girl]

Oh wow! It was a great poem and I loved the descriptions!

[Chris Yip]

what a dance!! Like dancing with the devil, all in poetic prose. Good choice of words that flow expressed in pain and anguish. Stirs up the imagination a lot about a girl's wild dance with an equally wild partner. Well done again!!

[Mauricio Montoya]

Poetry is art and you’ve done a excellent job displaying that.

[Melinda Weber]

Amazing write, each word captivated my intrigue. A refreshing read, than you =)

[Shattered Dreams]

If you want me to be honest, I'll be honest. I really love this, and your choice of words go well with this poem. Thank you for sharing.

[Michael X]

Your words, wisp across the page in a masterful dance of song and dillusion.
Wow, remarkable word craft!

The words paint a vivid picture as the picture tell the story. WOW! Love it!

[Tenebrousoul]

Really good.

[Allen Smuckler]

Whoa...got my attention, Beth
from the Picture to your last words
so powerfully etch with unbelievable imagery ...I almost had to stop reading to catch my breath....
original and haunting
I loved it
allen