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 :)

[Chris]

Holy s*** is all I can say. This is a true work of art. Just like the piece of visual art that you posted. You have such a hauntingly powerful way with words. I'll be reading this quite a number of times just to appreciate and relive every line again and again.

[Judy Ponceby]

Holy Smokes! Intense vivid imagery, dark. Fascinating. Most Well Done!

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

Wow. I'm blown away by the haunting seductive darkness of this poem. I loved this. Beautiful, Muse.

[Stammers]

You play my ribs as if I were the
=strings= on your cello,
but these bones crumble as you strum
higher and higher

...

Our diaphragms making love in perverse disagreement - LOVE this

...

Is it the promenade between my stomach and breast - gorgeous


hmm some of the lines in this are of the type that just make the reader go 'yay'! The above highlighted pieces I adore.

[A Risen Heroine.]

This is awesome!!
So hauntingly.... I LOVE IT!!!
The imagery is awesome!!
Very well done!

~A Fallen Heroine~

[Antonio Valentino]

good gracious lord josef and mari..

why didn't you tell me you could write like this.. my gosh what have i been missing..

Our diaphragms making love in perverse disagreement, I

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

your bones never sounded more sweet..
:)

[Joe Shetina]

I'm not sure what to say. You never cease to surprise me.

[ATG]

This was a very good read. The poem flowed absolutely perfectly. It gave me a slight chill reading this.

[Arthur Henn]

This is an amazing seductive Haunting of a writing... Muse, you put a lot of work and thought in this. I applaud you in a superb! writing...

[Inyourshadow]

I often found the saying the little death meaning orgasm to be a beautiful phrase between two lovers but this poem goes further delving deeper into the meaning of the turmoil within the heat of love the arguments the pain the struggles. You took my breath away with the cadaverous section this is dark and yet not unpleasant. keep em' coming