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.