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?