I have no
interest in the desert.
the hills of white
sand,
cactus,
lizards,
the lack of water
or shade.
the ever present
sun,
white against
the pale blue sky.
my lips are parched
just thinking
about it.
the mirage of you
walking
towards me.
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Lop off the last two lines. They create a flippant tone and it is a nice sweet love poem without it.
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