The Last Tango in Entrechat<\/p>\n
In his exquisite state I approach,
\nRefined in my appearance,
\nDelicate in my step,
\nBenign.<\/p>\n
Feeding his ego, as he will feed us,
\nI request a demonstration,
\nExtreme prowess,
\nNo limits.<\/p>\n
His ego swells in my presence,
\nAngering Dyer-Bolique,
\nSuch is his envy,
\nIrrefutable.<\/p>\n
To fiend takes to the stage,
\nSolitary in his solo,
\nExhibiting aloud,
\nSymphony.<\/p>\n
Music plays at our behest,
\nI take the front seat,
\nMy shadowy twin,
\nWatching.<\/p>\n
Prima Ballerina glows with pride,
\nAs he offers his performance,
\nFor my eyes only,
\nNo limits.<\/p>\n
Pliable plier, bending his back,
\nEtendre, his leg stretches,
\nSauter et tourner,
\nJump and turn.<\/p>\n
Tempo increases, carefully chosen,
\nConfused in his entranced state,
\nPlier, etendre, sauter, tourner,
\nFaster and faster.<\/p>\n
Each flex and bend pushing his limbs,
\nHurtling towards the extremes,
\nPain is an illusion now,
\nFirst snap.<\/p>\n
He laughs manically as his elbow breeches,
\nThrough the skin bone protrudes,
\nHe is unfazed by the crack,
\nMy puppet.<\/p>\n
My shadowy soulmate increases the volume,
\nTempo gathers pace, like his twists,
\nTurns flex further, another elbow,
\nGhastly.<\/p>\n
Melancholic intrigue bathes me passionately,
\nSoaking in Dyer-Bolique\u2019s warm glow,
\nAudience to our elastic prey,
\nEntrechat.<\/p>\n
Entrechat, the beat of a rabid heart,
\nHe takes flight and slams,
\nTearing his knee,
\nUnstoppable.<\/p>\n
Blissfully unaware the creature pushes himself,
\nDown on his knees, locked in the harmony,
\nHis back bends, further and further,
\nAnd snaps!<\/p>\n
Music ceases, silence reverberates throughout,
\nA duo and a solo artist, unwittingly broken,
\nWe approach the stage as he lays,
\nParalysis.<\/p>\n
Our hands meet as we push the mangled being,
\nHead meets feet, severance of spine,
\nOur gloved hands lift the mess,
\nThe meat.<\/p>\n
Basted in honey,
\nDressed with the offal of a dead man,
\nGarnished,
\nSlowly roasted.<\/p>\n
Now his barely breathing cruelty burns,
\nNow he suffers,
\nNow he dies.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The Last Tango in Entrechat In his exquisite state I approach, Refined in my appearance, Delicate in my step, Benign. Feeding his ego, as he will feed us, I request a demonstration, Extreme prowess, No limits. His ego swells in my presence, Angering Dyer-Bolique, Such…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":278,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-93756","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/93756","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/278"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=93756"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/93756\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":99333,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/93756\/revisions\/99333"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=93756"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=93756"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=93756"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}