Victorian Hang-ups

Why is the closeness of your mind
as we walk through tight-fisted 'ex'tasy
not an open door?
barred and shuttered it is with
just what? and why?
I am but a simple santa,
bearing gifts of the curiosity of
imagination spreading so very slowly
outside the hand carved barriers
of your mind,
there is more to life than antique
collecting.
Stuck behind the victorian cabinets of
steel helmets.
Nature, birth, signets and silver spoons,
the hand-painted scent of warmth,
all these are but many tiny links in
the chain of love that binds me to the
sled of your complete beauty.

1970,01,09
for Vicki Henson