B47
Public Record
Excerpt from novel: with Abandon

i had a premonition about

the first time You and Abandon have sex.
it is beautiful.

undressing, Abandon pulls a finger at You
inviting You to dance
which You do
and the movement of its body melts You
as it always has
and its fingertips select
delicate points on Your shoulders
and You crumble onto the floor
and Your tongue plays along its skin
and it moans
which fills You with beastful breath
and a power wells up in You in the way
You assumed only a man could feel.
You bring Abandon to orgasm in seconds,
greedily.

then, Abandon, filled with post-cum hormones
is ravenous,
its wild hair wild
and it wants equity.
Abandon knows each exact spot to tease and tousle with
while You writhe and quiver and reach
Your abdomen and your fingertips
digging into the bedsheets
blacking out and waking
reborn
seven times.
the number of perfection.

Your body has never been so weak
or full
or empty
or alive
or tired
or overflowing.
Abandon wipes off Your wet from its chin
and pulls Your limp everything
onto its wide chest
then plays through Your hair like harp strings
and You are lulled to sleep
between the lifting and sinking of its chest.
then, as You lose consciousness,
You slip into a peaceful dream
of floating across an open sea
on a life raft.

Frida Bilson