Kerik Just

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Mary

On a summer night free of clouds
I took a stroll with Mary
After aimless roaming all about
We found a cemetery.

Full and silver was the moon
Illuminating our love forbidden.
Together we atop a tomb
In a grave yard far and hidden.

For hours into that summer night
We made love amid the departed.
The only sound, her moaning sighs
Our passion not faint hearted.

Amid the dead we did live
No disrespect did we mean.
And I can't help but believe
That the dead enjoyed the scene.

For if I'm dead a hundred years
I would welcome loves obsession.
I wouldn't want grief and tears,
For mourning is depression.

The company of passioned love
Is what I would much prefer.
Knowing there is life above
In my grave I'd gladly stir.