I became You

I became You-- the word--sent, as a soft breeze.

to speak is intercourse when it lands in the womb/mind

of te receiver-- I became You, Your heartbeat, spilling the seed

I Am, into the broken vessels of which I was.

This sexual healing is something some can not handle or

have ears that have grown dull of hearing.

I became You though a few times my flesh became involved,

and yet I regret it not. I became You, Your express image and likeness,

walking hand in hand. In the intimacy with You, and emptying self

of ugliness unless it reared its ugly head.  I was Your holocaust,

and through the turmoil, you turned it into term oil/anointing.

Now there is no Tina, because I became You, and am grateful for the

gift of life that keeps on giving. I became You and am the last dreg in the cup.

I became You, and Your wrath if innerstood correctly. I have seen You face to face,

and I became You!