“when the wine is gone and you remove your tired body from your steaming bath, come to bed. do not worry about putting on your night clothes, naked you'll come as you know the moon loves the sight of your… — 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
