Strong arms embrace,
Squeeze the shoulders of one smaller,
Hold the Younger close,
Almost too little air to breath.

The Younger holds on tighter,
As the other lessens the grip,
Thinking that they will suffocate soon,
If this goes on any longer.

But the Smaller thinks differently,
The Smaller wants more,
Wants to hold the Older tighter,
As if when they let go,
They will slip away.

The Older knows better, but has the feeling all the same,
That their world would slip without the other so close,
Without the other so near, they would surely go away,
Forever lost without the Smaller,
Forever trying to reach out and grasp the Smaller with a strong hand.

The strong arms consume the Younger easily,
They devour the silk mess of ebony,
Only leaving shining deep violet eyes,
To stare back with a welcoming glance.

The Older wraps the strong arms around the Younger,
Again leaving the Smaller with barely a breath left,
The Younger doesn't mind, the Younger welcomes it,
Welcomes the air tight grip about them.

The Elders silver hair is about both of their faces now,
The worn eyes connected to the worn body connected to the strong arms,
The velvety blackness of the eyes engulfs the Younger,
As they share yet another breath stopping grip,
Another heart mending glance.

They stare, with walls of arms surrounding them,
Protecting them from the world they have just escaped,
Escaped to the glances of violet and black,
Escaped to the strong hold of the Elders arms around the Younger

They have escaped,
Escaped to one another.
 
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