Archives :: Richard Edwards

To My Friend the Narcoleptic Lover

Appeared in the Spring and Summer 2005 issue.

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.

View bio information and additional poems published in Half Drunk Muse on the author's main archive page.