The Way You Looked Last Night



 

The way you looked last night –

The way the world looked at you –

The way the world,

Nonchalant,

Placed its nimble hand across the small of your back –

The way the world,

Furtive,

Leaned in and whispered into your ear beneath the din of the world –

The way you smiled.

I seethed in my stricken heart.

I would have torn and gnashed the world

Had its fawning not so pleased you.