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 :)

[Alexis]

Wow. I'm stunned! This poem was absolutely amazing! Your words are so powerful and intense - it just blew me away! I was thinking about this poem quite deeply and you grabbed my attention from the very start! The artwork is amazing, your title is intriguing, and your choice of words and phrases was just awesome. I've never read anything like this!

"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."

I loved that part! Great job on this!

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

this sweeps in as an alluring psychosexual seduction dipped in imprints of seductive intellect~ the story itself leans beautifully sideways to touch the fragmented corners of allegory and symmetry through the use if visual impression such as font size/spacing/bold to both captivate deeper the reader's attention and unfurl the reader's imaginative core to its very center~beguiling beauty of a poetic creation~

[Zoe Jay]

Wow, this is intense! Very powerfully written, and really got me thinking. Your structure and presentation are really strong, and that intensifies the poem as well, very well done. It's really punchy and bold. For me, this poem describes the last moments of someone who goes unwillingly into death... but I could also read it as a description of a soul being tormented and consumed in Hell.
This is incredibly good writing. Really powerful, but your writing is also elegant and well constructed, your descriptions are original and highly effective, the whole thing is well polished, this is a really classic and classy piece of writing. Outstanding.

[Priscilla Sayers]

Beautiful.
completely astonishing read.
I am actually quite speechless.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Absolutely wicked. Sorry I have been away for so long. I missed you and your writing.

[emmajoy]

Passion without guilt - a battleground where each vie for supremacy, not a giving moment, merely a battle for self. This disturbed me, was like returning to an old nightmare, What a writer you are .. you find cracks in people's armour, and squeeze through them and stir thought.. for me this is frightening yet brilliant.

[Luke Ritta]

loved this....it gripped me from the start to the end...well done.

[Katie Thew]

Whoa, I love every dark mouthful coming off this page! Its the creepiest turn on I have ever had the pleasure to read! LOVE LOVE LOVE IT!!

[Hayley]

Oh my gosh. Blown away by this piece, it's simply just WOW. I love the darkness to it the seductiveness, the fluidity and grace. I could truly just pick this apart and love every part. You definitely have a talent I am rather envious of! :)

[InkSlinger]

I hate being a Jonny-Come-Lately.. when it comes to reviewing other's work, as all the good/great adjectives are taken.. so I will leave it at just this.. BRILLIANT!!!!!

100/100