Tim Winter is a member of "Poetry and Beautiful Women" .
Dancing through the back door / She smells of cinnamon and lemon rind / She looks like a message from god / As the light catches her hair from behind / But I catch only a shallow love falling from my …
She wants to be touched / He wants to be found / She will take all his love / He will lose her hands to anothers The time has spun away their sight / So they can’t see coming night She wishes …
The ladder to heaven is built with broken rungs. / Spilt blood and Splintered wood. / Tattered twine hangs loose. / Stretched hands grasp, lengthened fingers longing for higher hand holds / Tip toes …
Spinning swirling stretching yearning / Blue is the colour of my demise / The cover of all your best lies / Like my love between your white thighs I knew you too short for this weight / I knew you …
I rushed to the end only to forget the beginning. / I stole the words to forget the speaking / I stood still but moved endlessly My mind was the driver and I was the driven / The driven will become…
Forget the Monday paper, / It’s a rag of old consequence / The nuance is lost to the straining eyes of the publics short sighted ignorance. / A passing glance, or a glancing past, a road map to a…