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?