Perfect Water
You never
l
a
u
g
h,
just
s
n
o
r
t
a puff of air,
c
r
i
n
k
l
e
your eyes, and look
a
w
a
y
from me.
Like water, you have
r
e
a
c
h
e
d
perfection by
e
x
p
e
l
l
i
n
g
everything that is not you.
And you are
j
o
i
n
e
d
by ever more of you,
as the
s
t
r
e
a
m
s
which feed and purify a lake.
Whenever you
c
r
y,
tears
c
l
u
s
t
e
r
on your cheeks
like almonds
r
i
p
e
n
i
n
g
beneath your eyelids.
And I would
p
l
u
c
k
them, if they were not also perfect