The Last WaltzA Poem by MuseDance 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.
© 2014 MuseAuthor's Note
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