“i still have the scarlet scarf you gave me. it smells of your wild freedom. if only we could feel what we remember and not just remember what we felt.” — Christopher Poindexter Copy Share Image
Love me slowly, she whispered, like the love I had for her, had limits. Like it could run out as easily as a grain… — Christopher Poindexter Copy Share Image
“if you are not crazy, i mean absolutely crazy about what you love, then i beg you, either find a way to be insanely… — Christopher Poindexter Copy Share Image
“nestle up with me now and let us fall in love with the feeling of our worries spilling into the sheets. nestle up with… — Christopher Poindexter Copy Share Image
“she was the kind of woman who only gave herself away in small doses, leaving men wandering like little children at all that she… — Christopher Poindexter Copy Share Image
“i am something new" you must tell yourself. "i am the beginning and end of a story that will never be liver again. i… — Christopher Poindexter Copy Share Image
I loved her, not for the way she danced with my angels. But for the way, the sound of her voice could silence my… — Christopher Poindexter Copy Share Image
“the details of anything you love are always what is most thrilling, most poignant, most important. i loved her as she rose from bed… — Christopher Poindexter Copy Share Image
“the gate around heaven was crowded when we arrived together. you looked at me and giggled and with whiskey on your rose breath you… — Christopher Poindexter Copy Share Image
“She stared at the stars like they were pillow for her mind and in their light she could rest her heavy head.” — Christopher Poindexter Copy Share Image
“she lived with hurricane eyes and fell in love with the way the waves collapsed against her cheeks.” — Christopher Poindexter Copy Share Image
“daydreaming fondly of deathbed love. love that stays, at all costs.” — Christopher Poindexter Copy Share Image
“it was you and i that night by the sea, two bottles of wine and a bowl deep, we kissed and made love as… — Christopher Poindexter Copy Share Image
“My hunger for writing will die when I have bled for the humans that never found the strength to find the words themselves” — Christopher Poindexter Copy Share Image
“The human spirit is poetry enough and I understand that, but I write to make it transparent to a world in love with bright… — Christopher Poindexter Copy Share Image
