She won't crash on rocks

A ship inside a bottle
cannot sink,
or collect dust.
It's nice to look at
and floats on glass.
No one is small
enough to board it.
It doesn't know
where it's heading.
The wind outside
won't blow its sails.
It has no sails,
only a slip, a dress.
And beneath them,
jellyfish.
Her mouth is dry
though she's surrounded by water.
She drinks it
through the openings in her eyes
which never close.
When she dies,
it won't be noticeable.
She won't crash on rocks.
She will remain tall...
and proud. "
if you didn't kiss her
on your way out,
my love,
if you can,
kiss me
when you return.