I, the Firefighter
Kinshala
I am scared
not of you, but my extra sensory
perception on my internal
dialogue
of what to do...
afraid of non condusive traits
that form a line
inside my cranium
and around my spine....
I'm burning up...a celebrated
convoluted can of beans and brine,
I want so much
to feel yr embrace and
grasp yr touch to give you muchos besos
(like giving poor muchos pesos,)
don't laugh, but touch me with yr eyes
I want to give you all of me
(especially what you cannot see)
without any unwelcome surprise...
So Kinshala
of whom I am burning for
if yr house is smoking down
I'll be there to turn the door
handle and be true
to quench the fire
and save you
from uncertain realities and strife
for I'd guard you with my life...
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