I paid you a visit Yester-to-some-day it was when I decided to ring your bell, an uninviting response, I saw, your jingling indifferent It came to me like a humid slapping wind the thought that I might not be welcome, but then again this visit has always been at my expense I lingered on for a couple of eternal seconds, then courageously I sailed in your prophylactic bay, I trod the luscious coast I thought of paying you this visit… a token of my flesh’s tender need Yet still what’s noble in this wood embrace, if golden beak, your ostrich feathers and muscles lean are avidly ready to please? Paros, 29.9.17