In my work, we deal in abstracts. This you know. We trade our wealth for wisdom, our power for paradoxes, our sex for secrets, but our knowledge for nothing. We hold what secret wisdom of the past we can muster close to our hearts in hopes that one day we will acheive that which we desire most. Some of the craft seek the grandiose exchange of lead for gold. Some wish to rid themselves of the basest materials in their being and perfect themselves unto the sublime. What do I seek?
I seek the grand work of the universe, the Magnum Opus. I seek the perfect union of opposite forces. I seek a union beyond all those before save that of Venus and mercury. I seek a peaceful rival to mete my impetuous nature, a calm for my storm, a ceasefire in the endless war within my mind. I do not seek wealth or power. I seek only you, my other half.
We were born naked in our rawest forms, and we have seen maturity unto the perfection of our opposite natures: I the Red King, and you my White Queen. It is time now that we experience the uniting of rubedo, to let it wash over us like a wave of ecstacy guiding us to celestial strands and pulling us back into the undertow of new unknown pleasures.
Let me enter you and show you the motion of a new tide, crashing onto each of your shores and pulling you off the land and into my control. May I forget the nature of lead and gold and make the locks of your hair the only gold that satisfies me. May I forget about the perfection of self and look only to you, my goddess and the only true perfection I have witnessed on the rock we call home. May I forget about power and long only to serve you. Let me deny my abstracts and cleave unto you, the only thing I know to be truly real. May we be united in glorious consumation of fate: worlds colliding hard one into the other, open cave mouths knowing one another on the beds of rivers, two young birds learning each the other's tune, and two young lovers shouting each the other's name to the rhythm of their hearts pounding in time. Let my soul reach out unto yours and wrap it in loving embrace while my body pulls yours into the passion of the moment.
Let me write this letter, not upon a page, nor with a pen; but let me breathe the words upon your skin, write them as far inside you as I am able to reach. Let me make your body my manuscript and write on every page. Write on each of mine, and let us be one. Let us know the release of true union, my grand work, my Magnum Opus.
With all that is within me,