Strap
- Strap
I touch your suit strap and burgundy flows through my hands. We swim in the dark, we walk closely nearly floating, I hang from the board and buoy you tangled into my thighs. Kisses mix with light, our tongues barely touching barely talking slightly opening the waves the taste of chlorine round our lips, the tennis court light shifting on the water moving along our backs between your belly and me and down. The lights rise and fall and it doesn't feel like water anymore and I lift you like a clock made of feathers into my chest. [End Page 51]
Theodore Worozbyt's work has appeared or is forthcoming in Antioch Review, Best American Poetry, Crazyhorse, The Iowa Review, The Mississippi Review 30 Year Anthology, New England Review, Poesie, Poetry, Sentence, Shenandoah, The Southern Review, TriQuarterly Online and Quarterly West. He has published two books of poetry, The Dauber Wings (Dream Horse Press, 2006) and Letters of Transit, which won the 2007 Juniper Prize (The University of Massachusetts Press, 2008).
