The unbroken ground of the graveyard presses into our backs, rough with rocks and weedy tufts even through the old bedspread. I�m half-sprawled across you in an unladylike position you laugh at me for. I can feel your heart beat, speeding up as you breathe in and slowing as you exhale. Your head is turned towards the west, and you watch the clouds stretch like cling wrap over the horizon.

I readjust myself on top of you till my lips find yours. We kiss for a few minutes; it tastes like strawberries and Mountain Dew and us. I run my fingers through your hair, fiddling with your cowlick, and lean forward for another kiss before making a silly juvenile remark. You laugh, and from this close proximity the air makes its noisy way up my nostrils into my sinuses.

I pull back slightly and bat at my nose like a cat, trying to bring a sensation of normalcy back to it. This makes you laugh more. You take hold of my wrist and pull me against you � chest to chest. You tell me that you love me. Your eyes are a sincere, searching blue � you smell of musk and sunshine. �I love you too.� We kiss again.

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Strains of laughter and youthful voices wind through the large pines and rustling maples and marble gravestones. A boy and a girl lie on a blanket, and the girl�s hair falls in her face as she rests her head on his chest. He entwines his fingers with hers, vaguely caressing them. The two don�t seem to care about the clouds spreading across the Midwestern summer sky.

She raises her head and they kiss slowly, languishing in each other. Her hands are tangled in his hair; his rove around her back. Then a quick, goofy kiss. She nuzzles him, remarks that this is when they make wild love to each other. He laughs and then she laughs, rubbing at her nose.

A moment of whispered conversation, a second of profound stillness. They kiss again, clinging to each other as if otherwise they might drown in oceans of clover.

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