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.