sweet destruction

sometimes
when you are about
to drift into a state of a deep sleep
the sea flows through your fingers
and you get destructed.
what a sweet destruction!
as soon as a fruit comes
in contact with the sun,
it becomes ripe.
don't try to know what
the sun has whispered to
the fruit -
there are so many secrets
we don't know -
we are not waiting to be
lovers someday in the future -
We are already madly
in love even before we
had this form.