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Up the side of the hill we climbed
Up the hill to Mount Hope
Once at the top, hopped the graveyard's fence
And threaded through the tombstones
Until we were there
Under a Dogwood, with its petals blowing
So soft in the wind
I lay down beside him, looked up at the sky
At soft wisps of clouds, and pink petals fluttering
Down on us like rain
The only sound we hear is the breeze through the Dogwood
And the peaceful stillness
Of five hundred sleeping friends
Resting below us
We turn to each other, our eyes meet and fix
One of his eyes squints from the sun
I move closer to block out the light
A thousand seconds later
Of talking about nothing
The silence finally settles
And there we are again
Closer, closer
His warm breath on my face
He softly kisses the tip of my nose
I aim for his cheek
But he catches my lips with his, and it begins
Slowly, gently
We draw closer together
Fiercer, stronger
The sunset drops low, and we enter the twilight
Of where bad and good are smudged and disappear like mist
I cradle his head in my arms, and pull him closer
He follows and his whole body
Presses against mine
And all I can feel
Is the energy
When right and wrong fade
And two intelligent people
For a moment, lose their minds
And are lost in each other
When no thoughts can be heard
But "closer, closer..."
When you are powerless to the passion, so you give up
Succumb to the feeling
As he hovers low over you, held in his arms
And the tangle is hopeless
And the pink dogwood petals are caught in your hair
And caught in his hair
And raining down on you
Trying to blanket you
And you can't even breathe
Because you haven't come up for air
Until with one final press
You both fall away
Panting for breath
Heads turned away
Because when you look back
He's there
And like drunk on a potion, neither can stay away
And you come back, close together
And he catches you up again
Ebbing, pulsing
Your mouth is in his as he presses against you
And you press harder because you have no mind
The heat and the weight of him on you
All you can feel
Is his body tensing, the little sounds he's making
And both of you breathing
Until the toll of the church bell
Snaps you back to this world
Calling you to come pray
And makes you fall away
And brush the petals out of your hair
And stand up and go
Like two intelligent people
Back over the fence
Down to the church
But he grips your hand tightly
And you think that you know
That above the graves of five hundred souls
An energy pulsed through a place that was dead
And you had for a moment, if only a moment
An etching of paradise
As the moon comes up over Mount Hope.

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