illogical.

I can see your light
from across the way.
Reversing roles, I'll pine
like Jay if you'll play Daisy.
Let's pray for a better conclusion.
Please forgive my voyeuristic
tendencies,
I promise that I have
the best intentions.
Your smile creeping slowly
at the corners of your mouth,
intelligent eyes that glow.
The hands that encourage
with naivety,
only make me crave you more.
Please forgive my irrational
judgements.
There will be is no Tom, no Jordan
or Nick Carraway,
just you and I.
Separated only by a sea of obstacles
and a goading, green light.