July's Impromptu, for Nightshade, from her lover.

Stay still as you close your eyes,
And use your senses to feel each of my fingertip,
Slowly and gently move along the lines of your black hair
Rest your weary body
And have a moment of a pair of lovers' chronos,
In which two pairs of eyes meet in a "reciprocal gaze"
While tenderly having their eyelids' requiem

Find some serenity beneath the black you don't see, as my hand falls from the curtain of your head..
To the pillow of your cheeks.
Let tomorrow wait, and let her come, for her time is later but ours is now.
Have the night as you've always done, and let my shadows merge with your shades.

Lend me some spaces of your presence, that I might have a foretaste of your temple called midnight..
And do these not with great efforts to make,
But let these happen as the fingers of a lover run along the stream and the hour.

To the Muse who longs for serene strokes.