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.