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 :)

[Yari Garcia (Older Prof..]

It still reads well. I like it.

[Raven Starhawk]

Hauntingly captivating and alluring with its vivid nature.

[Marie Harrison]

Captivating write.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The you play my ribs was a very interesting reference, it makes me think of Adam and Eve and man making woman, this reference fits well into the poems effect of the man trying to make the woman into what he want her to be.
Oh and the unpredictable format adds to the power of the piece.

[WritersSoul]

This is very creative and outstanding, this is like a science fiction story thriller that is so very cool
I enjoyed it however not my taste in BIIIIIIG words xD
The image is cool btw :3
Beth :3

[Tate Morgan]

trapped by the body the soul has its work cut out for it .To transcend the world we live in to the unknown

[Adam M. Snow]

Wow, what an awesome write

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

What a horrible odious creature. This poem made my skin crawl.
Omg...What a fright. The slow torture was my undoing.
What a wicked french kiss...ugh..I have goosebumps.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Captivating for sure. While the formatting leaves desiring, I desire the tone and rhyme of this work. The meter and tone are timed perfectly and imagery is seductive and dark. A great piece for sure.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

Wow...
Definitely the most abstract poem you made!
Combining it with dark senuality was a good idea.
And you succeeded so well!