Poem for My First Love

Seven months into my 80th birthday
I slip back in time
I’m driving down highway one where
California’s fertile hills wink at me

Giant trees and seashore become one
cloud banks ride the horizon like
Red Cloud rode the plains
in search of the last buffalo

Sweet mangos and watermelon wine
sweet as cotton candy stuck
to the roots of my tongue
fed my youth nourished my spirit
the poem the language in my soul

Your body indented against mine
hot as an iron pressed to a garment
youthful hunger that knew no bounds
feasted like a condemned man
devouring his last meal
the way Eskimo’s used to swallow
the tears of the dying
to keep the one gone with them

A.D. Winans is an award winning San Francisco poet and writer. His work has appeared internationally and has been translated into 8 languages. He edited and published Second Coming Press from 1972-1989. In 2006 he won a PEN National Josephine Miles Award for excellence in literature. In 2009 PEN Oakland Presented him with a Lifetime Achievement Award. In 2009 he was presented with a Kathy Acker award in poetry and publishing.