Expletive (Still Unwritten)

For K.

What's to say? 
She smells like a piano, 

wears nice clothes

and we speak 

about all the wounds

we've gathered. 

I could kiss her under

cloud and rain,

and feel forever

as I embrace her in 

my dead body. 

For now, though... 

the story stays unwritten. 

For you, K.