Ghost Ship

This electric, magnetized, body/mind equation of being, is like a pilotless sailing ship, that often runs upon the rocks, to be beached like any shipwreck If the spirit of a lost love should enter that broken vessel, she will see two glasses, set upon a tilting table, while a wine bottle rolls back and forth on a jumbled deck. Though rough seas and razor-teethed shores have buffeted all else, both bottle and glasses remain intact. Consider them symbolic, of a love Lorn alcoholic. Stay awhile, I will write you a love letter, in a puddle of spilled wine with my finger. Yes, it will not last, but nothing does my love.