Fly on the wall

 

My love-a fly on that wall,

 It is idle now,

 resting beneath the blinding light of the tube,

Looking at you engrossed in work.

To you , a speck 

on this giant canvas of a white wall.

It hangs  here,

and merely exists as it is supposed to,

dangling against gravity

Digging deep into the pores of the white plane!

My love, a giant fly!

 It is not silent,

 There are mating calls

 and an incessant buzzing.

You glance, you frown at the Big black blotch 

and the bulging eyes against  

the serene white expanse of the wall.

My love, a fly on Your wall

 And this distance that looms between us,

as near as the flutter of its plastic wings,

And as distant as your frown, those empty stares and the round edges of that coffee ring

that rests underneath your mug,

 beneath the weight of that bamboo lid.

You gently push aside the lid 

Sip, sip you relish your drink..

The bulgy eyes watch you wipe away the coffee stain from the corner of your lips,

Sigh ! sigh..my love rests here 

Like a fly upon any wall!

(Painting-Portrait of a woman of the Hofer family)