Dark Measures

It’s time to exhume the gypsy.
She knows the roads
The tangled junctions, wooded passes,
How the river flows
When to hide, and when to run;
She could time the leap
That I will not take.
She refuses what I keep.

She is my dark twin,
And in her veins
Our dark blood courses-
Only I know her name

And I will never speak it.
Her name aloud

Pierces like a curse.