Oscillating with arm akimbo

We are intertwined at the elbow,

Spinning like a whirlygig 

Arm and arm we

Spiral in shades of blue

Peacock, spruce and arctic

I am part frosted rose and taffy

Hoops of waxen lace and thread.

We are held tightly in tandem

With brightly colored string

Forming tendons - tense, achy, and vital

I turn towards you

I turn away

I am double

Adjoined akimbo