EDIT: Found it! It was by Alexander Blok
The other day a friend of mine read me a poem that I would really love to get my hands on (as well as read other works by the poet), unfortunately I only remember a few things about it:
1. The author was Russian
2. It was fairly short
3. The last line had something to do with jealousy because "the pigeons, not us, were kissing" (not a DIRECT quote but it was along those lines)
I tried a google search, but since I only have vague memories of it I haven't had much success and I'm banking on someone knowing what I'm talking about and being able to point me in the right direction.
Any help is greatly appreciated!