Abi Poem by Frantic Bird

Abi
Why Abi?
What has love become to you
Calling my name when you should not
You are a trench that I have fallen into
Filled with dry bones
Yet I do not want to leave
You are as fair as you are shrewd
Sinking yachts, ships and men
You are that giraffe that strides
And causes men to wonder and wander
You are not poison
But your sting is deadly
You have killed me a thousand ways
I long to see you again
Doing what you do best
Slowly to the left and then to the right
Towards me and steadily away
Killing me inch by inch
Calculating each and every breath
Killing all of me