Blessing of Bonds December 28, 2024 at 2:51 pm
A poem by Gene Evans on 12/26/2024
In the heart of Morocco dreams awaken,
No longer visions, but a pulsating reality.
This journey breathes new life into my soul,
Fabrics of love and trust in a Muslim bowl.
I pray for the blessing of a bond,
With a young Islamic man,
Certainly not gay, but solid and strong.
He appears by my side, a dear presence.
I find solace on our pillows,
We kiss and gaze into each others’ eyes.
The fragrance of hash gently fades.
The greatest of love is gently made.
The night’s magic reveals
A blessing of bonds.
I await you again, my Moroccan star.
“Embrace me and Morocco,” he whispered.
A love that mirrors my own?
By the dim light of the Moroccan moon,
The stars of Algeria shine brightly above.
Our love mingling with the cool night air.
Shadows appear.
Questioning the blessing of our bond?
A spy informs the public sphere.
Love bound by silence goes nowhere.
Intimacy fades into whispers.
The blessing of His bond,
Returned to the great Muslim one.
I cherish you, and you must be true,
Whenever Muhammed calls upon you.
Fleeting moments we dared to share.
God knows love is everywhere.
Never shall He punish you,
For the blessing of His bond with you.