[Dark-Sleeved] a poem

The last time a kiss touched me
with meaning was at the behest of the falling rain;
-even nature takes pity on a bird permanently grounded,
destined to live amongst what it once lived
above
now,
interpretation of beauty, of
something I’ve come to know only
a captive man can do & the people who cry for
you,
lend their tears to be the
rain continuing to
kiss you


Dontrell Lovet't
from, [The Failed Writer]