Before I Opened The Curtains Poem by Andy N.

Before I open the curtains,
close your eyes
and listen to the
soft, almost
invisible breeze
sneaking in and out
of my window still.

Before I open the curtains,
listen to the nervousness
of my every touch
as I gently blow
over the tip of your hair
so it feels
like an imaginary comb
stroking your head.

Close your eyes
and listen to the branches
rustling in the distance
and the leaves dancing all
over the pavement.

Listen to the rain
falling down from the sky
and also dripping slowly
from my soaked gloves
onto the floor.

Listen to the sigh
at the end of my
every sentence
as I whisper
good morning beautiful
as I open the curtains
and watch the sea
limping over the shore
before stumbling
to a sudden stop.

But most of all,
listen to the pain
of the water
as it tries over and over
to get across the sand
like soldiers
getting forced
backwards
but never giving up
across a landscape
of random impulse
before I opened the curtains.

And before I kissed you
with all of my love.