All Hallow's Eve

that night  hike it up to the town graveyard and lie awake on a tomb.        
       
jump over the tall cement walls.        
       
It helps to be as thin as a rail and still      
with some muscles to do the deed.          
       
might want to take off the backpack,      
 as the straps can bite into your chest,      
under your arms and cut off the circulation.        
       
slipped back off the tall wall      
after first furious attempt to make it over.        
       
arms lost their strength      
 off cheap green backpack and      
threw it over the wall.          
       
took a few deep breaths feeling the blood flow back into my arms and      
 put hands on the top of the wall and      
pulled myself over, successfully this time.        
       
made way to a comfortable looking slab      
underneath was buried some soul.      
used backpack as a pillow and      
lay head down and slept.          
Shortly, heard a night watchman open the gate in the near distance, and blow a whistle      
must have made quite a ruckus getting over that wall      
          
       
remained comfortably motionless      
 would not be an easy find in the darkness      
     
  The night tropical air of southern Mexico       
experienced no chills even while sleeping on a slab      
which was bug free        
       
I remember entering that cemetery but do not remember my departure      
Obviously, as I am writing this 27 years after the fact, obviously, must have left.  Obviously.        
       
But the woman whose grave I slept on is still back there and      
 it is not possible to explain how we made love there      
 that night there is no conceivable way that bones with      
 no flesh could experience a night of passion so      
 must have been masturbating.        
       
must have been.    
 But I remember, her scent, brown face, brown eyes, and      
 tears cried when I, um,  into her shaking body. Maybe she was cold?      
  I feel her calling me back and my thoughts drift to my childhood as a wind carries me to that place in time  of my reckless youth    
   
Calling me back when I have just only left for my once a year outing when spirits roam the earth freely