Brassica

[jadielue]

"What lies beneath our covers?"



Somewhere, a cautionary breath
is taken.

How can a single second be so
literal with rent while not having
been?

She blinks and we become lighted
pyres.

She's only an echo, but guised
somewhere beneath limbs she
changed us.

Like fools, we were so easily
changed. That's the only thing
that I can ever be certain of,
the only sense that can be made.



"What lies beneath our covers?"

[billy]

you may think me really weird

i can't get a handle on the poem yet i really like it.

i'm presuming our covers are our outward appearance..
the only brassica i know of are vegetables and i'm sure it's not about mustard.

i get a feeling the poem is sexual and again i'm not sure why.
the reiteration at the end is perfect.
i don't often ask but for me i think this poem is deserving of the ask,

in what context is the title "brassica" used.
i shall come back to this aone afew more times

thanks for the read jadie

[jadielue]

you may think me really weird

i can't get a handle on the poem yet i really like it.

i'm presuming our covers are our outward appearance..
the only brassica i know of are vegetables and i'm sure it's not about mustard.

i get a feeling the poem is sexual and again i'm not sure why.
the reiteration at the end is perfect.
i don't often ask but for me i think this poem is deserving of the ask,

in what context is the title "brassica" used.
i shall come back to this aone afew more times

thanks for the read jadie

Brassica meaning/being of brass or brass-like in appearance. Hope that helps, lol. The covers can be taken one or both ways, our outsides or literal bed covers. Or any other cover you can think of, I'd like to let the reader decide their preference. The poem is sexual, and it's angry, evangelical, loving, adoring even, but the core of this piece is what the core of everything is.

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The hollow, drained-of-all-life feeling this piece gives me is extraordinary. It tickles the edges as I read it but that's almost a scapegoat for the deeper, more hidden wound that's been driven beneath my consciousness.

[billy]

it helps a lot, thanks.

[jadielue]

Welcome.