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