Cracker Jack Ring Finger

I pawned my tick-tock-stopped watch
for some quick petty cash.
I’ve got want
but lack
to please you.
More want,
less lack now
with the change from my own wrist.

I want to buy you a ring,
or some swinging pendant
to fit on your rib cage of a jewelry box,
clavicle lid lock clasp a string of young girl pearl.

I want to find you a dress,
or some rich mess of garment
to pin up over your shoulder blade hangars,
hip bone belly pleats a slip of sheer silkish pearl.

I’ve saved some cracker jack trinkets
in a box in a stash.
But you have want for more than those
and I feel lack to please you.