'W(On) T You Co(Me) ' Poem by Micheal Valencia

wont you come dance
with me to this music
[resonating from our
warmly devoted hearts]
for the romantic sympathizers
to gloat over

(if courtship goes well)

...cant you and i be
together [moving to
the united soundings
of our spontaneous
mirth] always for that
interpersonal envy?

wont you come and
glide into here [so as
to hide with me from
that coldness which
threatens our health]
after you are situated
in this place of my
coming triumph

(if affection proves successful)

...cant the
knowledge of impeding
ailments inspire you to
come upon this sheet
and place [that body
which belongs to you
but is m]y plaything
under these covers
for this world to
construe as the setting
of two developing
creatures in swollen
desire?

wont you come to that
window and let me in
[after many a nighttime
journey to a final pilgrim
rest] so i can assert
myself over those
chaste-lookers with
the horrible force of
an indiscriminate
come[r]

(if we think it be time)

...cant i make my
awkward way through
that open pane and trod
over your floors to that
slumber-box [where i
might let you tenderly
slide over that part of
my form which lovingly
goes into you] and
give release to seeds
that may join your skin
in cohesion?

wont we be one [flesh]
sticky

(if soap and washcloth get it good)

...cant we be one [flesh]
un-sticky?