POEM

The Psyche of a gay Muslim By Bashir Al-hamim for my friend

I first saw him and was struck by his soulful eyes, he a round melancholy face
He wore an 80’s porn star style moustache back in the 50’s
He was the silent type never talking always observing the world
He was a fierce man of passion; we loved but never committed the act of love with me
He was afraid he’d burn in hell for being true to himself
He was drinking Coco in Paris when I first saw him, ahh those round brown lips
I think back to that moment and repeat to myself on how beautiful he was
Once a year for forty years we met in this small musty smelling café and loved
He was a poet of sorts a fellow truly never at home in this world
For years we always stayed in a damp cold hotel, for years I begged him to hold me for years he refused, but he did love me thou he never spoke the words
When we first met he was a chain smoking fool with suicidal thoughts

I was asked by a online friend to write a poem about gay Muslim so here I am asking for help. I am starting a poem that deals with the struggle of being a gay Muslim. Since i am not gay, I am not sure where to start.. I am hoping some of you guys might point me in the right direction about important things to gay muslim. I want to include the personal struggle and acceptance of family. If you have ideas beyond this please throw them my way?