I love words.  I love writing, in particularly poetry.  I have random pieces of paper with lines from my favorite poems and books stuffed in the bottom of purses, taped in diaries and crumpled in coat pockets.  Here’s one of those poems I’ve kept with me…


Parable of the Four-Poster

By Erica Jong

Because she wants to touch him,

she moves away.

Because she wants to talk to him,

she keeps silent.

Because she wants to kiss him,

she turns away

and kisses a man she does not want to kiss.

He watches

thinking she does not want him

he listens

hearing her silence

he turns away

thinking her distant

and kisses a girl he does not want to kiss

They marry each other-

A four way mistake

He goes to bed with his wife

thinking of her

She goes to bed with her husband

thinking of him

and all this is in a real old-fashioned four posted bed

Do they live unhappily ever after?

Of course.

Do they undo their mistakes?


Who is the victim here?

Love is the victim.

Who is the villian?

Love that never dies