Fire Extinguisher

Why are you trying to extinguish my flame?
Hanging there glibly with your half-cocked hose.
Hoping to smother the moment my light manifests its mystery.
Your marshmallow mucus choking my budding bidirectional synapses.

What are you afraid of?

Do I enkindle in you an all-consuming fire that would cleanse your penitent soul?
Might I inspire, inflame or intoxicate your very being?
Or am I that incendiary you ardently abhor, causing such

Yes, you.
You want to tranquillise my unpredictability
and play it safe.