Ode To a Viking

You are my dark little secret
Here, gone, then back again
Riding the swing of time.
I remember the beautiful red-gold of your hair
How touching your skin caused a hum of electricity under my fingers...

But you are, again, a cold ocean away now-
I want to get closer.
But the constraints of this life are binding,
And I haven't found a way to free myself.
So, for now, you will continue to be my gulity pleasure
Until we meet again.