They say pigeons
Are expensive to hold
As they screech no more, with the same mellifluous song
Delivering the courier to the house, next door

My lover lives there
Beyond the shore
I adore her in her boredom and ecstasy
She loves me as long as the impatience excites her pleasure, now a desert of vast eternity

We fold envelopes for words to express
Closuring palace and palace within immortal words
From Athens to Rome in homage to her beauty
Colloseum to Parthenon in my violent *******

All of these places exist
In my mind, wrecked like a ruin
I drink a little to wet my lips and dry my tears
The rain never pours on a dead pigeon again

The memories fade away