When Dulcinea Spoke Up

Clytemnestra Aa
Sep 27 2015 (c)



A mystery thou deemed me . 
A translucent veil separates us.
Life ,a vixen of roguish excuses , 
spoke of ominous love
thus,kept me afar 
intimidated 
hidden 
In Bohemian crystal jars 
Gorgeous yet
Seen through 
and delicately fragile.
Breakable I am 
by the slightest nudge ,
so off thy eyes .
Don't give them permission 
to touch my facets.

Label me inedible ambrosia 
of the soul .
Dry me 
Arrange me 
on a China serving plate 
and let me adorn 
your kitchen table .

Go fight thy windmills 
and when you are back
I will be waiting,
for I will ever be thy Dulcinea 
And thee , my Don Quixote