Half Drunk Muse Poetry

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To My Friend the Narcoleptic Lover

Your body crushed on the couch
His hands on her waist

Your soft cheek gaining wrinkles from folded covers
His jokes going spotlight over your friends’ faces

Your rhythmic breath between your parted lips
He’s walking the bar with two beers in hand

Your kinked neck
He’s smelling her hair

You told me between naps, you can’t imagine
a life without him. You, like so many of us,
convince yourself with dreams.

Submitted by Richard Edwards Published in Spring and Summer 2005

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Half Drunk Muse was one of the first poetry ezines. It was founded in 1999 and ceased publication in 2006.

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