you were hidden
in death, in grave clothes,
waiting for the right time
to take your first breath
of rebirth.
and now I am hidden in you,
safe as houses,
where moth and rust
cannot break in and destroy,
because all my treasure is in you
and you are all my treasure.
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elisabeth pike 