I feel like this poem is a mix between Upon Entry to my Sphere (with the Scarlet Child and the alchemical union aspects), Never-Again, for the rise, and return to power, especially of femininity, but also Blood out, because while you paint yourself as the one in control here, there are still aspects of sacrifice here.

I notice that here, like in the prior day's poem, Free Thyself, you're using additional spacing in-line. A weird sensation that is. A way to make sure the words stand on their own? As if one used italics, but without?
So should the second stanza's last two lines actually be read as:

a repressed grunt, hidden or, head down,
or
bent of knee.

Which does make me think some pieces here, such as having a single rhyming place, or the "honeyed exhalation" and "jeweled of dew," that this piece was written to be a spoken word piece, and those spaces let us know where we should half-pause in our reading?

moist and renewed, jeweled of dew
and amber droplets of honeyed exhalations,
willfully wanton and a sharp-forked-tongue
to taste the bitter within the sweet.

I really do like this stanza, I want to say.
Though it's interesting how you position yourself as powerful just as you then describe yourself as a serpent, perhaps the serpent. Temptress? The holder of knowledge? One who hedonistically lives life?

And one last comment to ponder on, how different would the piece read, if the last two lines were reversed? "Not a womb, but a tomb."