A Love Letter
by Betty Gordon
My love, the skies are dark and quiet signaling a halt to fighting—at least for now. How I wish I could hold you close, feel your heart beat against my chest, run my hands along your satiny skin, breathe in your jasmine aroma, hear your gasps of joy after lovemaking.
I pray for peace in this foreign land, peace for humanity, peace for our future.
As I sit in this dismal hovel writing by the light of my cigarette lighter, our shared code, Silhouette, sustains me. I’m thankful we saw the beautiful eagle from the mountaintop in Colorado—a harmonious flight proclaiming freedom. Making our way down the trail, we caught brief glimpses of his shadow against the dusky sky as he glided over tree branches looking for respite. The fragrance of the stalwart pines still lingers in my nostrils sadly colliding with the pungent odors around me now. The eagle’s gracefulness and your beauty remind me of the goodness in the world and what we’re fighting for.
I close with a kiss on your sweet lips and a prayer for the gifts of ‘Silhouette.’