burnin down tha house...

a set of sort of
star-crossed lovers
a forbidden fruit lies
on the other side of time

the distance is not great
enough to close the gate
on stands on sleeper left
the other sleeper right

they face each other and wish
                                and wait
they don’t touch each other
though they both
with they would

how and why and when
could it should it would it
work
she sticks her head
                 straight in the sandpit
get the fuck out of my treehouse

he wants to burn it down
the honest and hard-working
                    hardwood house
her father has-been
                      building.