Words

I am me.

I am whole.

I am the man I said I would be.
Irreplaceable, never erasable.
I have more heart than hate.
My audacity to reach my capacity
Of intelligence is irrelevant to who
You might think I am. My brain
Power does not effect my main power,
The power to operate, cooperate,
Re operate the person I am from what
I have experienced. I am metaphorically,
Rhetorically,  allegorically who I said I
Would be. Liberating, exhilarating, I now
Know who I was meant to be. I fight only
For what I stand for and delight in only
What I believe in, and if you think I will
Be anyone other than me, then you got me
Messed up. I can't count the times I have
Been told the type of guy I could be, I will
Be, I should be. I can be, will be, should be
No more or no less than me. I will be
Amazingly, lazily, the man I was designed to be. Undoubtedly compatible, rarely irrational.
Accept me, love, hate, intelligence, craziness,
Funniness, emotions and all.

I am whole.

I am me

~ Kai Alexander Means

High

She says "What do I remind you of?"
And as I caress her hair, look deep into
Her eyes, she looks up at me, as if
Anxious for my answer. I kiss her forehead,
Open my mouth, and say "weed."
Oh, that did it, she sits up, looks at me as if I
Crushed her meaning of existence. No, not
Tears welling up in her eyes. She gets on her knees,
The stance she takes to talk down to me.
But she never gave me the chance to explain.
And she opens her mouth, "Who do you think you are!"
One blow to the relationship. She opens her mouth again.
"I thought I meant more to you than a drug!" Jab.
"Did you ever really love me?" Uppercut.
"I can't believe this!" Liver shot.
"Another guy, another mistake." TKO.
I have to stop this before it goes too far.
I get up on my knees. Eye to eye, face to face.
She needs to know how I feel, so I kiss her.
That deep, satisfying kiss that makes you rethink
The very essence of who you are as a person.
And she looks at me, I wipe her tears.
And she asks me a simple question, "Why?"
And here we go. "You remind me of weed."
She rolls her eyes. "I can't get enough of you."
She looks at me, "What?" She's confused.
"Being with you is the highest of highs.
The pleasure you bring to my life is greater
Than I ever could have imagined. I skipped
Cloud 9, surpassed Cloud 13, ran through Cloud 27
And now I'm floating, in Heaven. The answer to your
Question, yes I loved you, yes I love you, no, I will
Never stop loving you." And she smiles. And I dry her
Tears. And I wrap my arms around her. And I inhale
The drug that is her. And now I'm high.

~ Kai Alexander Means