Anamarie

“I think of him. Like a god unsettling the stars, reconfiguring the galaxies, his touch alters the arrangement of my cells. He destroys me then pieces me back together. But sloppily. I always feel a little more off-balance after I’m with him, seams tugging apart, my skin reddened in places. And still I keep going back.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places