I am a house of possibility

A cavern of cacophony, the richness of guano, fertile soil 

Fetid fetal remains that never scrub clean

What does his "love" matter when 

The legs come out first, the neck gets stuck,

She'd be howling but she can't pull air? 

Where are your male gods now? 

I am a house of possibility but you are itinerant 

And I am never allowed to leave