satchel worn and faded

old leather- shaped with grime

carrying dark bottles

of fine Italian wine

unopened for the moment

maybe soon in time

though not for what your thinking

regardless of the crime

in honor of fading essence

that most will never see

an ocean maiden voyage

that sets the moment free

leading on into the kitchen

where one may sit alone

to dream of dreaming lightly

of when love once lay at home