Afternoon with the Axolotls

She hits the plate with both hands high

Downward is heavenward and we are not alone

Condensers on and a drop is found

A fingertip trace says to me I can see you when you are wet

A bed of dead leaves grace the ground

A quick glance to the other side and we will not be found

Symbionts in haste command 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?