still summer nights

The bed is warm and the air in my room is thick.
The lotion I just slathered on tries to keep me cool, but I fight the heat as I crawl atop my bed.
The day comes to a close.

No more words to be said aloud.
No more makeup or hairdos or bras.
No more.

Just silence.
Just faint noises of a road.
Just me and the man upstairs.

I pull out my journal and devotional, ready to pray.
I look forward to this time of writing in illegible handwriting with the occasional explicit.
I like the honesty.

Today was rather shallow on my part.
Today contained dance, work and the gym.
Today felt insignificant.

But as I lay in this hot, dark room,
I can't help but realize that every day contains wonder.
Every day contains chances to grow.
And no matter what, as we crawl into our humid sheets, he loves us the same.

Today and tomorrow.
Forever and always.