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