natural [co]habitat...(or) "you love me/ especial/ ly different.."

do not say
"poor sun, poor moon"
because they appear destined
to chase each other forever.
they catch one another, eventually,
and then live the rest of their lives
in perpetual glow.

interesting, this blogging thing, because i want to share without overly disclosing. what have i got to hide? nothing really, but i have a propencity for privacy, and as far as information goes, 'everything ain't for everybody.'...so, i'll just say - i enjoyed my time solo. got my grown woman on, stretched out in my space and loved every moment of it. now, i have loved every moment since the end of that era. i've been blessed with yet another seamless transition. the way love and i coexist, it is as if he had always been there - except for a bigger grocery bill, but i'm saying. (sorry, couldn't let it get too sappy w/o a bit of comic relief.) still grown. still growing and stretching out. only the solo part has changed. talked to my little sis about it ( my little, little sis), and she was like, "dang! you really grown now. i mean, you was an adult and stuff before, but now - this is like 'no take backs.'" after i set homegirl proper on why i was grown even before this, i couldn't help but laugh. in terms of change, life is much more sand than stone. i pray that i never reach a place where i am too embarassed to change or turn around, but it feels good - right, you know? an unforseen compatability/ the effort to work steadily/ each joined still makes a better we/ comfort level to the Nth degree/ this embrace feels like home, to me...what more can i say except, "Who is Jill Scott?" tracks 5, 7 (twice), 8 and 9. word.