Poem: Silver Fingerprints

subtly softly
shiningly indelibly
you touch me
skin silvering glowing
under your eyebeams
your fingertips
leave traces invisible
impregnating as fern seeds
visible as spider silk
as strands of a chrysalis
you swim through my skin
into chambers where blood
pools and rushes
you fall through my flesh

oh we are all
impermanent as air
I will die
you will die
but the traces of
your touch
teach transience
how to smile