To begin

Clutching a switch, that will warm her,  
Once the fine red lines singe  
Her skin to darker hues;  
Before it travels the distance,  
Between being held in the air  
and the descent onto flesh.  
she will pine for the weight  
of the pale, stripped bark-less rods.  
That allow thoughts to dissolve.  
and dissolve and dissolve.
like a series of forever promises.,  
Until he steps forward  
to begin.