Your Thorn Brought In the World

Hidden inside a cocoon, color wouldn't breach in all I saw were the shades the world made on the walls. Curious you shook the whole, as a child would Christmas morn, a muffled dead echo was all, but got you to kiss my skin. Your pointy curved thorn rubbed my projection screen and freed me from the gloom tore the fabric off scene. My wings liberated to spread made your eyes bloom. I cannot understand why but I filled your blue sky. All the while your kiss, it still brings me to tears as it is ever more dense with the wet grass scent... the fountain water splash, the sparrow flappin' sound, the moist of the breeze from this roses ground. You bloom in me ever more more than I thought would fit, and which is strangest of all started with a kiss from a rose.