Inverse Function

Sparks surge through the air—
Fireworks crackling between them
Like the fourth of July.
Do they recognize what’s
Happening? Can they see the vibrant hues
Reflecting in their eyes?

So painfully obvious to everyone, but
Confessing is not an option for either
Of them.
Stuck in an alley of mirrors, images
They want to see only in their
Minds… The loneliness and guilt of reality
Casting shadows in the cold glass
Beneath their gaze.

If only they could reach out and touch each
Other, warmth would return;
Darkening skin to a passionate red where
Flesh meets flesh.
But they would be leaving an
Unseen member of their party out in the rain—
Watching their temperature rise
Inversely to his own.