They whirl, skin on skin,
perimeters melting in the centrifuge
of their spin.
One twinned body translated
from movements of two skaters
into a twist of spine and tendon.
A web of bones blend, flex,
fling apart and reconnect,
pose and freeze in a blink of time.
Like fog plumes from a winter pond,
they shimmer over shining ice,
in flitting aerial acrobatics.
Music for the eyes, they are melody
and rhythm, trills and bold staccatos,
a cymbal’s hiss of skate blades.