The Size of Our Desires کے بول

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?