Triangular Lifeforms Zone

Your thighs are having a conversation, the air is the medium.
the warmth circumvents your pelvis and all that hides within it,
the mysteries of lifeforms to be had in that sacred sac called the womb,
and then there are the tubes, and uterus and cervix and all the interconnecting parts of that haloed triangular zone.
the disasters to be had,
the triumphs to be glad,
all a negotiation of that zone.
a woman's golden throne,
a woman's forbidden bone.