Afternoon With Th Axolotls

She hits the blade with both hands high And downward is heavenward, and we are not alone Condensers on and the drop is found A fingertip trace says to me, "I can see you and you are wet" A bed of dead leaves grace the ground A quick glance to the other side and we will not be found The symbionts in haste demand come close Screams to me, "I can see you above the rest" And through it all she seems secure Downward is heavenward, and we are not alone Head thrown back, a sickened sigh, eyes shut Beelzebub can we do this without a net?