The showers

After ten
These man arrived
Drop their bags by the benches
Take their keys out and open their lockers
Take their shirt off
Their shoes
Their socks
Their jeans
Their pants
Their sport shorts
Their underwear
They are naked,
They walk carefully over the wet floor
Towards the showers,
Their skin is clear
Their limbs sensual and soft...
Here they come the other men
Taller
More muscular
And little more animated
Always
Their legs strong
Their voices and they walk heavily
When they walk something sexual about it,
Some other men
Smaller with an almost overwhelming silence
That takes some times over the locker room for a few minutes
They move
They dont talk
They shower fast and never smile
Their bodies are hard and is something about their butt chicks,
The sounds of the water running through many drains
The steam from hot liquid
And their soap bodies mix of foam and hands
Their breathing
Their hair always in deep colors
Their beautiful waist
Their shoulders
And their looks against of each other
Talking with their mind
About the never ending story of the beast in summer time.
The Shortfellow
30/08/12