I'm jealous of the moon because
He knows all of your 5am secrets

And your sheets who get to touch
Every part of you as you fall asleep
While I keep a close eye on this empty pillow
Waiting for your weight to keep it warm

But the sun,
She is luckiest of all.
When your half asleep, groggy
And painfully unaware of how
Handsome you look
She kisses your lips with light.