Promise

Slow and true.
Slow and true.
Back toward me.
Back toward you.
No need to hurry; what the heart can mend.
Porch swing promise, home again.
Home again.
The chain kept time above our quiet heads.
Sunlight found my flowers by the steps.
Your thumb found mine along the cotton seam.
The yard brewed softer than a Sunday dream.
We let the coffee cool between our hands.
We let the silence say what silence can't.
Then you leaned close, and all the night withdrew.
Morning made a kinder shape of me and you.