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.