Transfusion

You come to consult me

On your aching heart.

You will need surgery,

And there's no anesthetic.

You lay exposed before me,

Beneath the glaring light.

I handle you with care,

But ask if I am sterile.

Slowly the first incision

Opens up your abdomen.

I turn myself inside out,

As I'm reaching deep inside.

I leave part of myself

Transfused within your flesh.

It binds me onto you,

Only to be rejected.

Could I but infest you,

But there is no space for me.

So we'll just consume each other,

From inside like parasites.