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.