Tim One
Stocking the shelves with Yogi’s bagels,
tall muscular boy-man looks up
with these deep brown eyes
where my glance catches him
sweaty in the backroom
of Albertson’s deli,
exploring mouths like caves with tongues.
And later, on the floor of my little blue house in Bozeman,
where edible oils slicked us into
serpents writhing one hot mass
life and limb
lost in the newness of slippery-fleshed lust.
Tim Two
Scholarly Tim
chaser of Zen
lover of Winnie the Pooh
jealous (interfering with Zen aspirations)
of Tim One’s youth and good looks,
tied me to the posts of his bed.
Forgetting the Buddha,
he loved me hard
then left me
lying in the condescending waste
of everything we’d never be.
Tim Three
Tall cowboy.
Crazy artist.
His hand
on the small
of my back
saved me
as we fell into forever,
flying through each other’s dreams
until we floated apart
indelibly changed
by love’s bittersweet breeze.
Brenda Warren 2012
This is my second entry in a Trifecta challenge. My first entry it wasn’t the first time, took second place last week. Thank you for the win, it is an honor. Here is Trifecta’s challenge for this weekend:
We want a real account of a period in your life that can be clearly identified by (wait for it) the number three. Maybe it’s the three decades you spent flipping burgers. Maybe it’s the three seconds you hesitated justifiably before saying “I do.” We’d like for your story to be true-ish, and we’d like for it to be an artistic creation, not just a play-by-play account. Think less “blog post” and more “creative writing.”
During my college years I dated three men named Tim all in a row. I wrote another piece about Tim Three if you are interested, you can find it here.
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I love the pictures you painted of all three Tims. Each so different, each so vivid. Well done!
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Amazing – three Tim’s in a row! I was wondering whether that was artistic license until I read your note saying it was real. Personally, I think Tim One sounds pretty interesting – LOL!
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Just loved this – beautifully written, beautiful description. I can’t say I ever dated three…or even two…men with the same name.
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powerful imagery. i love it, esp. how you went ‘flying through each other’s dreams until we floated apart’. nice work
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The three Tims are awesome. The sexuality here is so real.
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At first, I thought this was three sides of the same person. Love that you do ” Tim”s. Wonderfully written. Did the last Tim stick?
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The last Tim did not stick. There’s a link to a piece that explores that ending in my notes above. Len is the man who “stuck.” My husband is an incredible man with a kind heart.
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Love this. The title is absolutely perfect, the progression is delightful, and this line is stunning:
“His hand
on the small
of my back
saved me
as we fell into forever”
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OOOOOHHHHHHH I like it!!!!! I’m a “Jeff-oholic” myself and made an honest man outta the last Jeff and we’ve been married for 26 years.
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Thanks for linking up with Trifextra this weekend. I loved your imagery–especially with Tim #1. Serpent is such a fantastic word to slip in here. Great job with the prompt.
I went on a David bender once. 🙂 Married the last of them.
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It’s funny, because I dated several Jasons. My parents started numbering them…it was so sad!
I like the play on time/Tim in the title and your descriptions were so descriptive and vivid. (Almost need a cold shower now :lol:)
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This left me breathless. You really captured the passion and the romance.
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I really like this. Nice prose. Good use of the 3. And how crazy is it that you dates 3 Tim’s, and in a row no less. Ah, College!
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It was crazy. I’m glad that you like the piece. Yup, part of college life for me, was searching for Mr. Right. Ha! I found him now, but it was a decade plus past college. 😉
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There’s no right time and it’s always worth the wait to be sure he is the real Mr. Right. Better to be right and slightly older than young and wrong! Believe me, I know!!
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