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 :)

[stephen dillon]

nope wrong the artist is "muse" this work of perect horror and just plain sex along with the artwork this is great

[Quiet Child]

great write, one of my favorites. the word usage is really good, it really does paint a picture. as J.V. has said it is hauntingly seductive and plays well upon the ears.

[Malark]

I was sort of intimidated by the might of your account! So many views and reviews, I was taken back by the fact somebody well known on this site entered a piece of theirs into some random contest created by a nobody. I got to reading your poem and was intrigued by the darkness, so taken was I by the darkly affairs of the person within that I had to read it twice. Very good, congratz on placing!

[UnderCompulsion]

Great write filled with darkness and desire.Even thought you know it is wrong.Love it!

[Nautili]

wow. Really dark and expertly portrays the dysfunctionality and pull of a union that is unhealthy yet compelling.I have danced that dance once or twice.The draw can be so strong...it reminded me of Phantom of the Opera.

[Distant horizons]

Wonderful picture your words paint, drawing the reader into every beat of your dance. Perfect ending

[MachinaWriter]

This is one of those poems that to not speak aloud, is to have committed a silent sin. Amazing sense of flow to this, haunting and evocative, strange and yet familiar, seductive and yet terrifying. A sense of dark sensuality pervades this piece and I have to say its intriguing and captivating the entire way through. I read it once, then the second time through I read it outloud, just to hear how the words sound. Amazing job here, glad I was able to get the time to read it. Realize its been too long since I've read your amazing poetry and its a shame. I feel as if I've been missing out on a necessary meal, and now that I've taken a taste, I realize just how hungry I am. I will definitely be catching up on your poetry. Thank you for sharing this, stunning and well crafted, as always ^^

[Sheila Kline]

Striking image indeed sets the stage for death to play its instruments of destruction!
Very well written, and certainly causes the heart to beat a bit faster!!

[Southern Cross]

Dancing with the devil has such an allure at times. To be devoured with lust and no guilt is very sensual.

[Ees]

So you like The Band? (sorry couldn't help it. It was the first thing that I thought of. I think I spent some time hanging out with boys watching The Last Waltz. I didn't mind. Always did love The Band)

anyway, onto your actual poem!

I like the movement.
I love the broken jaw and being seduced by the face of vanity concept. that seems really strong and wonderfully written and a great way to start the poem off in my opinion.

This line: "voice and screams you use to orchestrate Death's choir. "- something seems a bit off. It stopped me in the flow of the poem so that I could read it three times to make sure that I got it right before moving on, so you may want to look at that again...

As a whole this is wonderfully done and a bit creepy in an enjoyable way. I can feel the movement of the dance and the power of being locked into a dance pair... it is a pair and relies on two...
fantastic job!