Firsts

Under a full moon and surrounded by white marble monoliths casting long shadows, we held hands and bats flitted from tree to bug to tree and deer grazed in silence. In the cemetery, my heart skipped a few beats; a nod to those at rest beneath us, recalling their first kiss under nearly a harvest moon.

"I mean no disrespect," I thought loudly enough to keep those not corporeal at bay, so not to interrupt our heavy embrace.