Proxy

Handpicked handmaiden, raven hair, a charm
collected, jaunt in country air. Conveyed
to castle, swift, by dainty, dirty arm,
for sister, gift; he makes her mirror maid.

A countess cloistered, brother bold, a lust
rebuffed for years maturates manifold.
No hunger for another face, she must
be kismet: this twin to take her place.

Bow shape of lips, gestures, by rote — behaves, becomes the thing he wants the most.
A sibling studied fingertips to throat,
around the castle, doppelgänger ghost.

A proxy polished, childhood promise chased,
embraced: to never love another face.

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