Bleeding lies

Tell me again how you
are all jagged edges and
shattered glass, squeezing
every ounce of my fire,
bleeding lies and refracting
light, beautiful to look at
but impossible to trust.

For #artlixirpoetrychallenge hosted by @artlixirpoetry.

Tell me again
For #julyfalls18 hosted by @breath_words_and @a_sea_of_words_.

Bleeding lies
For #brokenheartjuly18 hosted by @whispersofbrokenheart.

X marks the spot

His fingers crept into the sweet,
subtle places where my pulses ached.
We were learning a new language of
sighs and moans. My body was his
treasure map, as he followed every
dotted scar around the planes of my back,
searched in between hidden folds and
moistened crevice, until X marked the spot.
Eager and breathless were our hands and our hearts.

For #julyfalls18 hosted by @breath_words_and @a_sea_of_words_