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