Two-Four-Six

You are the excitement of change and thrilling spark
Of the new. The scent of woman and breath of life.
You are as a rope to the drowning man, a light in my dark.
I long to drink in your sorrows and expel your strife.
But these are just words, notes in a chat, hung on a lark.
And I am beset with doubt, with reservations rife.
So hold me at distance, contain me in your charms.
And tell me you'll wait until you can hold me in your arms.