Elaine Bench,
The Importance of Blue Brocade
Some women love their men in uniform
(I’ve heard, you’ve heard, for so the saying goes);
The tightness of the fit and postures storm
Their high defensive walls as worm to rose.
So little boys are made the sternest men
With brassy buttons and with brave awards,
Insignia of rank, crest, badge, and when
They form in lines and show their sparkly swords.
But I like something softer than this wool:
A gauzy shift of silk, a supple curve,
A loose décolleté: these emblems pull
My eyes and thoughts and order me to serve.
No battle lines are formed: One’s on parade,
While the other stretches on some blue brocade.
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