The Parasite Divine

By A.E. Bayne

Inhabiting the primal room
of the rolling life womb -
not beautiful, but wondrous,
expanding through the secretions
of an organic pulse.

Made of us
and nourished on my blood,
devouring our genetic codes...
cloning.

I transport
the parasite divine,
but experience the longing
to touch human -
to feel the sun-warmed skin of peaches.