we start, grinning,

on opposite sides of the mat

green, yellow, blue, red

polka dots ready

to twist us into a pretzel

twiddling us into one being

the spinner is spun

and my left hand goes on red

the spinner is spun

and your right foot goes on yellow

and so we continue

until your arm brushes mine

and my cheeks turn

as red as the circle

beneath my hand

we curve and writhe

against each other

muscles straining

limbs all twisted

until you fall

bringing me down with you

with a laugh on your lips

and your hand on my heart

i won the game

and i think i won even more