Christopher Poindexter: [It was rather beautiful]

It was rather
beautiful: the way he
put her insecurities to
sleep.
The way he dove into
her eyes and
starved all the
fears and
tasted all the
dreams she kept
coiled beneath her
bones.

Christopher Poindexter: To Jane

Sometimes,
the universe is
much too
beautiful for
my own good.

Sometimes;
you are
the universe.

Christopher Poindexter: [There is nothing worse...]

"There is nothing worse
than feeling empty,"
she said, staring at the
small bottle of jack
in her hands.
"Wrong," I replied,
as she looked at me
like I was about to
reveal a secret she had
been waiting her whole
life to hear,
"there is nothing worse
than feeling something
inside you and not knowing
what to do with it or having
anyone to understand it."

Christopher Poindexter: [Do you believe, too, like I do...]

Do you believe, too, like I do,
that all of our bodies are connected,
even if in the tiniest way? How beautiful
could that be, my love? That we carry
pieces of each other inside us?

Christopher Poindexter: {I knew that if I ever broke her heart}

I knew that
If I ever broke her heart,
It was not because I
Could not love her,
But because I had been
Damaged.
And
Being in love
Is so damn terrifying
When your 
Bones have already
Been torn.

Christopher Poindexter: {She buried her ears into the calm of his heartbeat}

She buried
her ears
into the calm
of his heartbeat,
and in a matter of seconds:
fell terribly in love
with the way
her loneliness fell
softly and suddenly,
asleep,
in his chest.