Her body sprawls bare
across sweat wet hotel sheets
in East Berlin's hottest heat wave in history
She sleeps sound in pseudo security
under the four stars
bestowed the establishment
Their shine not as bright
as a flashlight on a moonless night


Instrument of invasion
for visual violation
By the intruder standing
at the edge of her bed
His unzipping unheard
over Leipziger Street sounds
In her hibernation state
after thirty airline hours


He knows now her closed eyes are brown
Precisely where she lives
The location of each of her 130 pounds
He's privy to her month's net worth
when he diminishes it by $500 in bills
Before he places the purse
on her pillow and slips away
Sadist who steals her sleep
for the balance of her Berlin stay