November Waves

Laying atop the jagged rocks, on a narrow beach blanket, 

I sneak a peek as you paddle away from the shore. 

My fingers itch to sketch out the curves of your surfboard

And perhaps you, instead of the tumble of waves 

I’d vowed to capture this sunny morning. 

You coast the swells nonchalantly, 

And as the glistening waves tide recedes, you emerge, 

Quiff and all, only to be engulfed by her arms instead;

Instantly tinging the colours in my watercolours with sepia. 

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