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 :)

[Mark]

Sounds like a woman, still enough in her own mind to realize she is being devoured by her current relationship, and is unwilling to admit her own complicity in the situation. A large dollop of anger, liberally spread across and within the puzzlement. But do I hear, in the final gasp, acceptance, even resignation?
Hopefully, not TOO autobiographical....

This poem is terrifying beautiful. It's chasing each word and phrase, I love it Muse! It was like I was in the poem... Well penned!

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the artwork. Made the poem come alive. I like the strong description and the feel of the emotion in the poem. Accepting death without fear. Thank you for the entertaining poem. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Enigma]

Very haunting, horrific and impressive word play. The imagery and mtaphors used are brilliant and compells the reader to move along the course till the last word has been read without really pauing for a breath.

Well penned.

[M Garcia]

Very nice. These poems that you do have inspired me to do something similiar. I just have to get it figured out in my head first.

[joshua deathdealer]

Outstanding work. Love the imagery and the screeching halt at the end..xx

[Rene Velez]

Trapped in the pains and sacrifices of love...each word chosen with care....well done.