Lurve

We watched Annie Hall the other
Night and sat smiling through the
Whole thing, legs crossed and perched
On the coffee table, holding hands, tracing
Cryptic patterns on eachothers
Thighs, until Alvy started singing about
Love and both of our hands
Froze, unsure how manage that word and
A little nervous that if we kept scribbling
That’s what we would spell