His nosehairs gleam in the light

the sweat on his right ankle 

smells faintly of peaches.

He only has one look, his look.

Though he doesn't know it yet, 

he is a mermaid.

His feet will disappear on his nineteenth birthday

only to be replaced by golden, curly locks.

Yes, he swims so quickly with his foothair. 

Not shark nor giant squid can scare 

the mermaid boy and his foot hair.