ACCIDENTAL LIGHT

The accidental light upset the shadows

as I met your lips and kissed us.

It was at the party of white vodka

Where I splashed the ice and liquor, a handmade
fermentation, on your pure
And often fondled breasts by strangers
in dark closets called day to day.
Two breasts swollen and I ripped
your cotton blouse off at the party
And blazed your solid whiteness, lust and whiteness,
to the party and the witness, living in you,
Called by some friend your "very pureness"
and by another, "The tongue that speaks your soul aloud."

As I rip your blouse off to expose the sparkling ice

In the random wanton light upon your lips that partner mine.