At Night

We fumble with belts
buckles
shirts.

We mumble
through feelings
moans.

We bumble through
actions and arguments
trying to connect
to comment
on each other’s situations
failing.

Falling
we tumble down cliffs
crashing
harassing our states of comfort
breaking against stones and sand.

Finally
we crumble into each other
becoming something else
with what we have shared.

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About Jonathan Berger

I used to write quite a bit more.
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