to the man i once loved: a poetry

Mermaid I

if ever i grew on the land
where the humans lived
will i be as happy
to walk with limbs
on the busy street

and meet new man
to hold my hand
and be as the woman
who prettily live on reek

wear robes and silks
and glass slippers
eat a taste of fresh deluxe
and drink a milk
from a freezing box

try to swing and jive
a night of fun and dance
to the tunes of jazz
sway my hair
with my laced gown

feel the pillows on my back
grace the tulle hanged on rack
watch those men who live in the cube
and ride on wheels
and dive on the lube

if ever i grew on the land
and be human on the sand
will i ever know to be
one, fine, young woman
un-strange and un-weird
and normal to be seen
as a quite, and so humanly
to be a human

--the mermaid