moody rose

when I look at your hand
and you show me splinter
I see a rose growing
from the tip of your finger;
as we both look in wonder
your thumb grows a johnny jump up
your ring finger a daisy
and your pinky - first green with envy
turns into a blue chicory.
I pulled out the thorn
did it hurt?
you tear says "perhaps",
your smile "not as much"
but why hide your eyes
under a funny mexican hat?