Day Poem by Aneta Popova

Good morning - he'd say.
Before he starts
to comb out
the lice of my brain.

That's love - I'd say.
Pure monkeysh love.

Good day- he'd say.
Before he strains
the fruits hanging on
my branches.

That's love- I'd say.
Juicy, vitamin love.

Good night- he'd say.
Before he simply
hugs me with his leg.
Before he simply
dives in my world
of charms.
Before we simply
swallow each other.

That's love - I'd say.
Our Oz love.