in the dead of one more night
without serenity she is waking up
just at the moment when she’s dreaming
of her colourful man
with the usual way
she’s putting on her
panties
bra
stockings
slip
embroidered blouse
skirt
apron
her light shoes and
through the deaf
silence of walls of thick
darkness only the transparent whiteness
of her hands is shining through
while she is writing
graffiti