She only drank champagne and she always had a cigarette lit. Classy lady. My uncle called her angel.
There’s a different kind of elegance
in being able to revel in each moment of
be that between two puffs of smoke
or at the hands of undying love
in the South African sun
where the breeze carries the scent
of your Marlboros and that
fragrance that can only be found
where there is love.