science can't save us from what life is like

the lightning actually
throws itself
from down here up
and into the cloud,
and the lava
is magma, underground -
and the human heart
isn't shaped like that

but
you battered and carved
and compressed mine, I guess
into the shape that you think
is best.

And my blood
is replaced with candied sweets:
soft centers, nuts, nougats

in every beat

and you always know what
you'll get

with me