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 :)

[Blue Ivory]

Beautiful...Loved it!

[Amila Jay]

*Made me scream* because its that awesome, really, love it, excellent write:-)

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Wow!! So dark and disturbing... and yet, I find myself lured in the seduction of it all. You have my mind reeling from the visionary of this dramatic piece. Great write!

[Cassie Fraga]

OoOoOoOo....that was just BRILLIANT with creativity on word play!! smooth seduction... the right is wrong... the chaos of desire... I LOVED IT!!

[EMF]

Some works draw you back to them again and again. I've lost track of how many times I have read this now, but good work will always call out. Still a wonderful, sublime and marvelously distubing, shiverry write. I love it

[Sarah]

very deep but it is very good. lovely work...

[Art]

deep...your thoughts are as flowing as the wind...even within this dark view the words and expression keep your reader held till the last line...nice work...

[elitheport]

Wow! A very strong poem. Great!

[Decaf]

composed greatly with the title klinging to the poem

[bookworm]

I love the images you chose to desribe your work. I've read the work of quite a few folks on here and I need to say, your's is pretty frigging exceptional. You truly do use words as a theatrical performance. I'm a lot like that too. I consider myself a word w***e at heart. :)Thanks for sharing...