Virion Poetry

I have put my words inside you
and they sit in your gut and germinate.
They grab the semi-permeable membrane
and osmosise their way into you.

They breach the peritoneum and run
free with the blood and the lymph fluid
drifting through the semi-lunar valves
and like cuckoo mitochondrea they sit
in the hydrophobic fortress of your cells.

They unwind your super-coiling soul
and open it to be spliced by their cystine mouths;
slowly turning, one base pair at a time,
the intein you: into extein me.