Inanna spoke:What I tell youLet the singer weave into song.What I tell you, Let it flow from ear to mouth,Let it pass from old to young:My vulva, the horn,The Boat of Heaven,Is full of eagerness like the young moon.My untilled land lies fallow.As for me, Inanna,Who will plow my vulva?Who will plow my high field?Who will plow my wet ground?As for me, the young woman,Who will plow my vulva?Who will station the ox there?Who will plow my vulva?Dumuzi replied:Great Lady, the king will plow your vulva.I, Dumuzi the King, will plow your vulva.Inanna:Then plow my vulva, man of my heart!Plow my vulva!
~ Diane Wolkstein
