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