Sinchan Chatterjee writes

Asphyxiation 




The infinites between us
Diminish
As our worlds draw closer,
Your universe and mine:
Our stars dance together
And our planets play music. 


Then they collide and crash and break
We are lucky
To have escaped the cosmic stampede
With breath in our bones
And blood in our flesh,
And we will spend our whole life
Guarding that fleeting breath,
Like a glass case covering a candle
To protect its wick from the wind
But suffocating it with too much love.