Two Halves Of A Clothes Peg Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Warm and snug - tight like a turtleneck
Tightly wound and sprung together
There wasn't a lever. Could a part of us ever
We were two halves of a clothes peg.

There was never a thread between us.
We didn't fight about the missing sock.
Our legs were never far apart or inverse?
She didn't even care to wear a smock.

And faint, fine lines didn't need collagen.
We were both flushed with the vitality of life.
The world was our garden of life.
And came sated with everything to our appetites.