You stretch sand dunes
Graining hot into your eyes
Do you also protrude a hunch
on your back -
like a camel do
as you paw your feet, soft
in this sizzling Sahara.
How dry is the love
that are cursed by desert
No new tears welter through my heart,
No new image smudge beauty into the eyes, but
A dry mirage
Bounding across the horizon
Like a drooping eyebrow.
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