The Size Of Our Desires

When the sweet, nauseating air
 Overwhelms your groaning heart
 When the low and heavy sky
 Presses onto you like a lid
 You gasp at the dark clouds
 Amongst marbled rocks
 Dry desert sand
 More sand at night
 The throes of the last
 Grave bearing woman
 Has quickened
 I see in sadness, obediences
 Ex-lady of delight
 Ex-lady of delight
 As the sun sets under her lids
 We pray for swarms of angels
 The size of our desires
 The sweetness
 And fire from which vast strength worms
 To your lover
 She waits for us at night
 Ex-lady of delight
 The size of our desires
 I pray for deliverance
 The size of my desires
 We pray for swarms of angels
 The size of our desires
 I pray for deliverance
 The size of my desires
 The sweetness
 And fire from which vast strength worms
 Rushes out his eyes
 I pray for deliverance
 The size of my desires
 I should see something like
 Of the last of meaning
 Dying words
 Why is it?