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When I sent you an email, I began it with "Dear Lovers." I deleted the salutation and typed in "Dear Friends."I will learn from this mistake. As so we begin without, "Hi, how are yous." I am not interested in shaking your hand.

Dear Lovers, Welcome. Squeeze me tight, my body up against yours. Kiss me hard on the mouth and then let us make art together. Love, Kristen

I begin with someone much wiser than I am:

Entering The Shell
~Jalal al-din Rumi

Love is alive,
and someone borne along by it is more alive
than lions roaring or men in their fierce courage.

Bandits ambush others on the road.
They get wealth, but they stay in one place.

Lovers keep moving, never the same,
not for a second.

What makes others grieve, they enjoy.
When they look angry, do not believe their faces.
It is like spring lightning, a joke before the rain.

They chew thorns thoughtfully,
along with pasture grass.
Gazelle and lioness having dinner.

Love is invisible except here, in us.
Sometimes I praise love. Sometimes love praises me.

Love, a little shell somewhere on the ocean floor, opens its mouth.

You and I and we, those imaginary beings,
enter the shell as a single drop of water.