She hits the blade 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 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?"