Of Lungs Black, Abigail #2

I pondered,
over dearest Abigail
of sunlit smiles
and bloody kisses,
I pondered
of ever Abigail
time feels reversed ...

My name is "dead",
a zombie
decayed,
oh ever Abigail
a throat slit
fingers burning in fires unlit;
dying? No, I am dead.

Abigail
once lay in flowers of white
and kissed,
like angels
a myriad of lust,
oh, sweet seraphic Abigail,
when she kissed her own veins
with razor lips
and rained a life of sorrows into my throat.

Serpents would slither
from my eyes,
for tears are for man,
and I am death,
reaping thunderstorms
for Abigail dead;

I cry forever,
for the ever, that is never ...

Oh dearest Abigail,
I am beside you,
ever,
dead,
together like dark and light,
a love black and white ...

Oh vampyric Abigail,
from your floating castles
I fall,
to the oceans red,
to the world upon which you bled;
I loved you for what was true,
and you died for what you never knew ...

*** http://www.best-love-poems.com/poems.php?id=1017198 ... the first Abigail poem ***