Afternoon With The Axolotls

she hits the cradle with both hands high
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 red

a bed of dead leaves grace the ground
a quick glance to the other side
and we will not be found
send me arms and haste commands
come close, screams to me
i can see you above the rest.
and through it all she seems secured
downward is heavenward
and we are not alone
head thrown back, a sickened sigh
eyes shut
beelzebub, can we do this without a net?