Once Love . . . Now Love

Once Love . . . like warm water across my neck tingled like sweet nectar of a peach filled the air like roars of ocean waves sang out like colorful fields of wildflowers blossomed like bubbles of golden champagne was sweet

Now Love . . . like scolding hot water down my back aches like the odor of mildewed spoilage stenches the air like flocks of screeching seagull pierces my ears like dried red roses shrivels up like juice of green sour grapes is bitter.