EUNOINE

the song of achilles by madeline miller

the trail of happiness tingling in our sense the tenderness of a soft touch, afraid that we might break (we already broken) a voice just as mellifluous as the siren's sing echoes in the infinite space we stood

salt water from the corner of your eyes became pretty in one with the darkness i place my lips, a little bit too much for a kiss

“the worries shall be gone, the longing shall be paid done.”

it is only you and i. it is only us. it is only us.