it's not about sex

you toss and turn
all night. someone
is on your mind.
and it doesn't relate
to sex, well, at least
not for the past
five minutes.
the dog is frustrated
with your movements
and growls at
you. you shake your
head and try
to move his long
heavy body out of the way.
who sleeps diagonally.
another growl.
you look at the clock.
4 thirty. only three
more hours of not
sleepling before you
have to get up
and go to work.
you wonder if she's
up yet and can't sleep
either, because of you.