I want to cradle your entrails. I want your soul scraped inside my eyelids. I want to know you deeper than bone cancer, harsher than sunrise, more intensely than orgasm. I want to kiss your shattered bones and I want to feel your fingernails pulling my snarled skin back together. I want to know you in a way that makes sex look like a handshake. I want to know you stronger than wedding bands and further than hopelessness. I want to know you, stranger, and I want to be known.