The Conception of Dina

I’ve fallen asleep on your hard place
My body stretched out like a ladder
Your two hands, like angels, climb up me and down me
And pummel my insides to fine grains of sand
Too many to count, to tell one from another
(For I was in her place – and you did not know it)
Of all that you’ve given me, this one’s for you.

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