Michael Ollinger Site

Gray, gossamer light lilts
through the tilted slats
of the Persian blinds,
barely caressing her body.

She drew from the green,
and "September" filled
the warm April air…

The taste of your lips
on mine, a marriage
of pheromones,
feral lust —
ephemeral,
but essential.

Agape connects.
Agape befriends.
Agape emboldens.

& on cue,
the conversation receded,

She showed me the way
toward my soul.

Something is coming.

Just hours before an opalescent moon
Waxed in the sky over Brezoria County
Brightly freckled by the Alphae Librae
And the Zubeneschamali, the northern claw,
A green chemical engineer witnessed
The most beautiful miracle of life, appearing
As an infant child with sea-colored eyes.
After, in the makeshift neonatal unit
Of tiny Brazosport Community,
He thought about the woman his child would become.

It’s cold and you’re late.

Last Saturday, Audrey told Richard that she didn’t want to be in a serious relationship anymore, but she still wanted to date. Throughout the course of the week, she sent him lovey-dovey text messages about how much she pines for his man musk. Richard went to her place this past Friday night, and they made sweet, passionate love all night long and on into the morning.