Reflection Within Poem by talema lawrence

The windows are frozen and their is nothing left in this room but a lonley token...
Two of you sit in one room and who will grab this token that sits on the floor first...
They look into one another's eyes knowing that both of you are very dry and want's some thirst...
Sexually an slowly do you move over to the mirror and your reflection shows the other side of you and you look back at the token...
So cold that you are very unfocused and not retained, who grabs it first, you or your reflection...