Where she goes

These words came from my pocket , they didn't want to exist . That hard dark lit time to time as hands gripped and left them behind . She spoke softly among the needles against my neck , swords of ice risen from ecstasy against flesh , lust is a battlefield we never win . Even kings felt it's abominable curse kiss and fill us with a fiery guilt among the thoughts   " Mary where are you going?"    " I will run , I will self destruct , I'm a speck in the wind , here today , gone tomorrow." 

That lover searched the city , always looking for that flame that never became more .