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