Green Peas at Stake

For a Split Second

The way you twirled the wine
and sniffed, with a hint of prophecy,
reminded me of a man
I once loved, as if
I smelt the brine from a wave.
Then a fog covered my eyes
and I docked my boat
of antique recollections
with an absurd longing.
By the time you took a sip
and nodded, I was already
back in your presence,
back from an ocean
thrashing and swelling
without forgiveness.