Good Friday Lay-by

Salient sigh in the busy lay-by where the bus brakes & harboured dreams wake at night to take flight to hotel doors, and bedroom floors where dark desire is declared a liar, hunger growing where wine is flowing our fall from grace to that wondrous place where we part the heart of our distant urge to purge the sin kept locked within, crack open the lock to Pandora’s box watch the sky fill with Angels’ sighs & butterflies on a magical ride skirting heaven’s breath where they fear to tread brave to roam so far from home in the wee small hours snatched time to devour forbidden fruit on a torturous route where life springs eternal and fires rage infernal fit to burst with what we were cursed.