ALL that I ask is but to stand — Or sit — and hold your burning hand. Ah, love, that would indeed be grand! — All that I ask. All that I ask is but to hold You in embrace that's not too bold — Just bold enough. Oh, joy, pure gold! — All that I ask. All that I ask is but to seize Your lips and drain them to the lees. Would that not be, love, just the cheese? All that I ask. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SCHOOLS OF LITTLE FISH by MARVIN BELL FRAGMENTARY BLUE by ROBERT FROST SONG OF THE WAVE by ROBERT FROST BEARING LEAVES AGAIN by DAVID IGNATOW THE LEAVES OF THE TREE HIDE THE SUN by DAVID IGNATOW THE JOBHOLDER by DAVID IGNATOW |