Rose Perfume

"I want you to wear this scent
everytime you're with me
and when i'm not with you
i want you to think of me
everytime you wear it."

well, that was a problem
the perfume set Jim gave me
absolutely stank

the multiple pieces of it
had a suffocating rose odor
like Glade
sprayed in an office bathroom
comingling with the stench
of what it was meant to cover
creating a new fragrance
worthy of the name:
roseshit
(shitrose?)

He also gave me a Rod Stewart's Greatest Hits CD
that kind of stank too
Hot Legs?
"I love 'ya hun-AAH!"
gross

that came with a mandate too:
I want you to think of me
everytime you listen to it

he was nice enough
older
fifty eight
i was forty one
he had a gentle demeanor
and a soft Texas twang 

once
in the middle of sex
he went
"aaagh!"

at the time
fifty eight seemed ancient
i was sure he was dying

But no,
he turned over lazily
looked at me and drawled
"Your dog just put her nose in mah butt crack."

half an hour later
he was getting angry with me
i couldn't stop laughing

when I broke up with him
i slam dunked the perfume
cologne
dusting powder
(what exactly was I supposed to dust?)
and whatever else
into the trash

i didn't hate him
but i had no need in my life
for shitrose perfume

i did keep the Rod Stewart CD though
i like Maggie May
and Stay with Me

sometimes i think of him when I hear them
usually i don't