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there’s something about
glow that feels just right,
as if i’m hovering, too,
weightless and flickering like flame
candles, swaying lights,
an inviting courtyard,
all say rest to me
when the skies are soft
in their pajamas of pale blue
and smell like the book you just put down bedside,
removing your reading glasses
when shadows are just way markers
ushering me into warm spaces
adjusting my view light-ward
into the fold of your arms
and the post-ache glow of eden
where we’re stitched
into one another’s sides
the smooth fire of sunset behind us
resting on my shoulders
like the kiss of your palm
© 2025 jennifer wagner
This is beautiful. I could see the glow, love the sky wearing pajamas of pale blue....and that feeling of two people being connected, stitched together, that those lucky in love experience.
ReplyDeleteWhat a serene, restful poem! Loved its images, especially the skies in pajamas! :-)
ReplyDelete"and the post-ache glow of eden
ReplyDeletewhere we’re stitched
into one another’s sides"
Oh I could quote each stanza's images back to you for their beauty and deep truth. They're all aglow, I can see and feel them!
I love this warmth and tenderness flowing all around. The glow of love makes such a peaceful vibe. True rest this is. Sumana.
ReplyDeleteJennifer, this is just perfect! I never thought of it that way, but there definnitely is something about GLOW. Your poem warmed me. I "absolutely loved the ending:
ReplyDeletethe smooth fire of sunset behind us
resting on my shoulders"
Your poem is one to savor, one which was worth waiting for!
like the kiss of your palm