Perfect Water
You never laugh, just snort a puff of air,
crinkle your eyes, and look away from me.
Like water, you have reached perfection by
expelling everything that is not you.
And you are joined by ever more of you,
as the streams which feed and purify a lake.
Whenever you cry, tears cluster on your cheeks
like almonds ripening beneath your eyelids.
And I would pluck them, if they were not also perfect