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...