Chrysogonus #8 - Visiting Ribersborg

Visiting Ribersborgs

there was no season

in the changing room

of this sauna

they stripped away

their jackets, clothes

forgetting the autumn chill

chests laid bare

their white, radiant skins

bright neon

the only white thing about –

my white t-shirt –

my flabby belly, their washboard abs

loose skin on my arms, their hard biceps

yet in the steam room

beer cans of all colours

all over the place

jokes were thrown

gossip exchanged

laughter blind to colour

or age, or body shapes

all talk of the girls next door

or the best bar in town

the naked flock we were

in sweat, in steam

naked truth

we were just

children of earth

the children of this planet

that’s what the nakedness is about