Severed Heads

The best mistake left uncorrected
Ill-conceived yet so effective
I think she has lost her severed head
Under-thought and over-dressed again

Some wait for angels
While others wait for men
I wait for a shadow to
Move across some skin
Light moves fine
Through fabric that is thin
Good taste gives in hasteful lust again

Winged beast may feast in the morning
But theirs was not the only dawning
I miss have lost my sevеred head

Rising in me, brеaking in you
Good taste gives in hasteful lust again