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.