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.