The Soul Jazz Era - Promise

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.