it does seem that way

This is my womb
though it bears no children for you
but for ideas and love

Of these my thighs
are juicy and dripping
Borne of them the trembling
magnificence of your desire

I beseech you; make me a
mother of this life
Let me raise and teach and nurture
Let my devotion to you serve your will

For I praise the spark you place
in my chest each morning
as I return, humbled
to the underworld
of your glorious design