Wince

Common come on typical facial sign
Under the pasture
eyebrows raised it's a stampede
signs of intensity around ever since they've let me lead

The sigh is a silken sheet of an utterance
I demand to hear it softly fluttering
out of valleys between elbows and knees
Eyebrows raised at the planting of seeds

Oh the eyes half closed like night shy flowers
Are almost enough to convince me
They've let me lead and ever since
I like to see the way my night shy flower winces