I Never Had a Drink with Lou Reed.

I Never Had a Drink with Lou Reed

by james bezerra

We’ve spent so much time

with the Velvet Underground

that sometimes I forget

I don’t actually know

Lou Reed.

Haven’t split a drink with him.

The only man alive

whose voice makes me think

of women’s thighs

pale and white and

which should be describable

as either supple or lythe

but never are 

when I sober up

and look up

those words.

But say those words,

sexy as all fuck

on the tongue,

and tell us it’s a coincidence

aural and oral sound so similar or

that they each linger on

so long.

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