As I couldn’t afford them
I cut them out of Vogue,
Put them in my handbag as a charm,
Mine to keep as long as
The paper bears my
Obsessive handling, on the tube,
In the morning coffee shop,
In the places where I take them out,
Weigh them in my hands like gems.
At night, as you lie beside me, sleeping,
I take out the birthday gift,
You will never buy, part my
Booted legs as if for you to fuck me,
Vibrate myself to Amazonian bliss.