Voyage of Erik the Viking

Yesterdays viking has crept like needles across
the canvas again. Yellow and black menages feet
touching feet black cards red dice and never have
I been in a loveless marriage. Parting is what you
make of it returning is a fool's game. All I see
are bald eagles innocence blended with fear.
Healthy doses count as doses just the same.
You are fertile but like our men too tanned
and unconcerned about spelling and lovely text.
I called you the fountain of youth near ecstasy
and the blame spirals like a see and say arrow
points and I hear my mother calling me to come
slightly nearer to home. No one knocks but me.