D. S. Waldman
red delicious
the way a chill which had
before just been minor
dread descends in full
over and around them
naked in a spring pasture
choice falls away
until there is only
the closing of space between
two bodies a near twitch
of grass what brought
flesh to the lips what said bite
departs just as it came
slowly dissolving into dream
into the plain notion
that desire’s engine
its wind and valves and tiny
mouth belongs has always
to them they kiss now afraid
though neither knows why
before just been minor
dread descends in full
over and around them
naked in a spring pasture
choice falls away
until there is only
the closing of space between
two bodies a near twitch
of grass what brought
flesh to the lips what said bite
departs just as it came
slowly dissolving into dream
into the plain notion
that desire’s engine
its wind and valves and tiny
mouth belongs has always
to them they kiss now afraid
though neither knows why
Biography
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D.S. Waldman (he/him) is a writer living on Kumeyaay land, in San Diego, California, where he teaches creative writing. His work has most recently appeared in Poetry International, The Los Angeles Review, and Foothill. In 2019, he received two Pushcart Prize nominations and was selected by Ishion Hutchinson as winner of the Foothill Editor’s Prize. He holds a BA from Middlebury College and is currently enrolled in the MFA program at San Diego State University.
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