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Easton Mountain, Aug. 13, 2011

He saw Jesus in my eyes
As we gazed and touched
        that chilly afternoon
We paired in workshop exploration
        in a field of men
My blue orbs locked on his brown
As his thirtysomething fingers
Assuaged my fiftysomething skin
I palmed his nipples, brushed his biceps,
Kneaded his neck, smoothed his ample hair
I felt his uncertainty that fed my own
Yet our gaze never wavered
And he saw Jesus in my eyes