Beyond the flesh there is no gender.
The body does not hold love.
Love belongs to the soul alone.
A life lived together leaves two skeletons stripped of the flesh, the color, the vanity, the organs, the inscience of mortality.
A love lived together transcends flesh and decay.
A love lived together surpasses moral judgment.
Painted by two artists across the canvas of essence,
Written in eternity by two poets in blessed paradise,
Two dancers gliding through a timeless enchantment to a serenade belonging wholly to vitality.
Heedless of rejection.
Bereft of prudence.
Unconstrained by provincialism.
Beyond the flesh love finds a blessed ignorance of ilk.
Removed from scrutiny and free to simply be,
Indestructible and incorruptible,
Love dances onward into infinity,
With not a single moment taken for granted.
Accept love in all of its designs.
Find the beauty beyond the beasts that would deny love.
This is the act of a being far more dynamic than the flesh.
This is the abnegation of bias,
And the acquiescence of true rapture.
This is stepping outside of the flesh,
For the dance is far sweeter when you truly see it.
You must simply close your eyes...
And wait for the music to begin.