There

The more I graffiti her street signs in her soul’s face,

The further her path slips away, as if in a mega metropolis, 

I try find her, she’s mysteriously hurried along, by strangers eyes

I gaze on, gods lived in once, as if from this art, signs evoke

Sylvan nymphs, and satyrs, who can lead me to her embrace,

There, thru byways, old ways, perhaps if I don’t seek

To know the secrets of the domme’s shrine