Revolving Doors

Relationships are a revolving door The more they spin, the dizzier I get. Often there like a four-leaf hellebore Divided by partition glass; reflect- How frequently we're slightly out of step, Head-banging bars yearning to crash through walls Climbing through spiral rabbit holes misled. Out in deserts with holey parasols Sand in your eyes why not lie down and cry, Always, wrong always right, why do we fight? When your wings are a crystal dragonfly; Knowing you'll fly cause you're so erudite Why do I stop the door to leave this floor? I want only you, darling evermore.