The Size Of Our Desires - Puce Mary

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?