Perfect Water

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