she hits the blade with both hands high
downward is heavenward
and we are not alone
condesers on and a drop is found
a fingertip trace says to me I can see you when you are red
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 second time
Eyes shut , he yells above
can we do this without a net