…what you want.

I.
Arms stretched out across the field,
The long shadows topple to the earth.
The commander is hours from victory
But darkness calls sooner,
And no staff can hold up that sun.

II.
A Deal
in the back alley,
money exchanged
for the price of love.
We try to be discreet
but a trench coat can’t hide Cupid’s wings.
Later
the arrow pierces a heart
a shot of love
who knew that it could be
fatal.

III.
Chubby fingers stretch
and reach the rim.
Eyes shimmer as the prize is pulled—
a cookie.
And then it’s gone with the semi-sweet consolation,
“you’ll spoil your dinner”

IV.
held so tightly
it fell through the fingers
of a clenched fist.
then the cramped hand opened
and life flowed again,
flowering a pale hand.