Written by Jacob Ibrag
It’s like a hot stove, that’s what love is.
You woke me at three in the morning
and asked me. Which by the way, please
never do that again. That’s my answer
though, it’s a scorching lava like stove.
We’re taught as young kids to never put
our hands on it while its live. Most of us
stay away, the thought alone of getting
hurt is enough to move along. The brave
and naive block out the noise and go for it.
And then it happens. We touch the stove
for a mere second. That excitement before
the action, the anticipation, the sheer
imagination of the light at the end of the
tunnel. We’ve all imagined how deep the
rabbit hole of pleasure could be, but this
was totally unexpected. Your whole body
aches because the experience leaves you
with an orgy of taste.
That really fucking
hurt, and I don’t think
I’ll ever do that again.
You know what though, you’re glad you
found out first hand. Pun fully intended.
You felt alive when you first touched
those boiling halos. But then your cerebral
cortex had to mess it all up and remind you
that all of this had a price. There’s a nano
second of a moment during the experience
when you realize, none of this will really last.
As soon as you take your hand off, it’s all over.
There probably won’t be a next time because
you know better. Still, you’ll never forget the
feeling of being in sync with that stove. You
both shared an amazing energy, you were
infinite. Love is a hot stove, except that you
hope it lasts a little longer. Give it all to me,
fire and pleasure. Hopefully it’s that one time
though, please let it last. Because after that,
nothing will ever be the same.
Photo Taken By Alexander Kesselaar