Insomniac Partner

You were on mewithout touchingas I tossed and turnedto find comfort.I could hear you sigh,moan,groan in desperationfor slumber as well.I laid there thinking,my brain twisting and turningwith moving pictures of the past.I hate nights like this.I count the cars passing,the leaves shuffling,pine cones falling in the water,the wind wrestling with the screens.Every so often I feel your rubof skin trying to find a nookto settle for the night,nestling deeper into the hours.I found a piece of heavenwrapped behind youas your heat warmed mewith no conditions.I stayed there until I, too, leftthe silent world of insomnia.What have I doneto deserve youas we joinin this dance of life?