You traced in red line
     thick, paint outline
grasping for her,
     a specter in
       the green fog.
     What is that look—
          pleasure or
     grey death?

Mirror sisters
in ash gowns
hanging loosely over
translucent skin.

A bond deeper than
     skeleton— love
     and hate passed
   through haunted
             touch.

                —Rick Baldwin ©2018
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