• 11.13.2015
  • long island wedding photography - maureen and joseph

You colour me in gold.
Lips like petals on my throat.
And those fingertips like paintbrushstrokes, paper boats softly float like a song we wrote.

You colour me in gold.
Kiss the freckles on my nose.
With those blood red pomegranate lips taking sips, hand on hip.
Your face could launch a thousand ships.

~  J.P. Cooper


















































































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