Mermaid

we met in glass jars on the Beagle in the Pacific I'd never seen anything like you before, your hair, your smile, your huggable eyes, thrown together by beards and tankards grabbed from every sun, but you reflected curves onto my glass and maimed my stopper for oceans now we sit on different shelves but I can still hear you sing in the darkened storages and that's more or less how it was between us for hundreds if not thousands of years