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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
