He Fills The Window

He Fills The Window

like a bath, reflections
spreading, but still
quite there.
I like to know
he can hold those contours
even when just standing
watering plants or looking
out, not even touching
what becomes a throne.
I like to know
there's this one slot
in the universe
for him especially, neither
one of them owning
the other but
forming a relation
spatial &;, somehow,
very close