The Seashell-Eyes of Shipping (in Modern Parlance)

We should have been ships in the night / the kind who trade nod-light greetings & charred-to-cringe chit-chat  /  yet … / the ripples folded into dimples / sea-legs of different scales / mine as solid as a knock-off consolation prize / yours looked like the leg-up giving kind /  yet … / when night hushed the scenery to a whisper / eyes met with a crash / like seashells hinting at hidden depth.