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 :)

[Jeremy Baker]

This is different from some of your recent writing - in a good way! I really liked it, much to think about and celebrate in the descriptions. The last line is perfect, haunting.

[nothingnothingforgetfor..]

An absolute brilliant piece! So taunting, and mysterious, You speak of things usually left silent and your voice screams You question things that most back away from. A wonderful read. Such an intricate pictures that is painted by the end of this. Wonderful.

[Sethnicity]

Very and tempered. the mood of this piece is painfully placid
you wove a writing out of a picture that matches the same anguish
I feel like the macabre
the way I personally offer my affection. like the bull admiring the china shop!
I feel the silent characters struggling to help the center piece but all attempts being met with failure.
most bitter sweet line:
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.

you touched me in a soft spot... the desire to hold on when there's nothing left to do but let go...

[Vinod Kumar U K]

Nice symphony....

[Wildfleour]

An intense ride through a very private, visceral tug and war of lovemaking. The victor is left with victory, but an empty shell of the woman who once was. A shallow win.

[Judas Hammer]

dark, death, black and beautiful, The dance of death and of love. you turned it into a hybrid of emotion, dual emotion flowed through me as I read, like a hot and cold at the same time

[Ladysue]

this reads well and flows with tremendous passion. it is haunting, but ever so captivating. highly seductive. intense writing..good work

[Viper]

I do really like the picture you chose.....It is wicked cool!

[Forest Green]

My mind is spinning on this one. I'm impressed by the vacuous nature of passion in this instance; very off-putting as they say. Searching for the lion's share of need, to be answered in kind by tenderness. There is the ache of dissatisfaction that is found to be chipping away at a moment's pleasure, leaving the force of regret to play against the drumming of the heart.

Very intriguing write...!

[G. Marie"floating on an..]

This poem is not what I thought it would be about. Have you ever heard of the movies "the last waltz" on VH1 about a rock band, called "the band". that was the name of the movie....the last waltz..... this is way different.. I enjoyed the metaphors used here..... I can only imagine what it means as the others here..... a dark poem about lovers? I like you choice of words and imagery. good poem