Mattress

Sometime
In the dark
Upon the mattress
Set in place
On the wooden floor

When
A larger percent
Of the city outside
Was quieter
And the others in the building
Were asleep

She made me laugh out loud.

We giggled and cackled together
Until it became unstoppable
So ridiculous
That we only need to look
In the other’s direction
Or hear the other person
Trying to stifle
A piece of uncontrollable joy
Released
Swelling within
As we held our sides
Getting high from the oxygen
Light-headed and dizzy
Barely able to talk
Creating our own version
Of church
On a simple mattress
With colored blankets

Radiant and flushed
In the moment
Of the ideal perfection
That our religion could be.