He stitched silence
into the curve of a waist.

After the noise of war,
he answered
with softness-
petals falling
into the shape of a dress.

Lines returned
to the body
as if it had been forgotten,
as if elegance
could be forgiveness.

The "New Look"
was not new-
it was memory reborn
in satin and structure.

He dressed women
not to conceal,
but to reveal
the grace
they always carried.

A hem sways,
not for attention,
but because movement
is a kind of music.

He did not design clothes-
he arranged desire
with scissors and silk.