Déjà vu

"Did I know you in a previous life?" he asked.

I replied through a side glance 

and a crooked smile,

"Yes. We were Vikings together,

sailing the stormy seas

way back in the year of

one thousand sixty three".

Waves were not alone

pounding against the stern.

Beneath the dragon-head prow

he would keep me warm.

And on nights the ocean was quiet,

under the sails, 

we made our own storm.

That was last I saw him,

tangled limbs and hair,

a thousand years ago

wrapped in seal skins

without a care.

Until that night he grabbed my hand

and pulled me out to dance.

In shyness and confusion

I could barely give him a glance.

Though my eyes may have deceived me,

in a moment of Déjà vu,

once within his arms

my body said,

"Oh. It's YOU."