You,Men!!

Interrelate,of a day soaked by hues, borrowed from a sulky evening sun.
A room, a house of love,a space,
 where I try to find self,but each passing day,
I prune self,bit by bit, since I was age 12.
A teeming tireless beckoning,to wake for an elicit.
I paint my face, my lips, metamorphosing into a second class Aphrodite,
adoring with richness for fouled vividness.
Saddening tales of decayed day, denaturing bellowing,
oh my ungraceful sun, do you hear me hum?
My skin,don`t leaf, just my moist vagina, your friendly bed.
Body and adequate intrusions, I serve.
Ceasing saplings,just my salvaged body, I flaunt without a pride.
Seasons flares, seasons waters,seasons blooms, seasons bites,
but I am sold day and night.
Like a reward, sometimes you rape, stitching my heart at the end.
I'm now a barren, I am 68 now, still you plough.
Sweet talks are still sweet, strumming your ditty like this your first, but you devour,like  I am your last.
I collected the splashes, for the second in line,I do weigh heavy now.
Masterfully interwoven, two body with inane vapid air.
Society hooked,its beak.
 But I balm my tender skin, en wrought with flowers in my hair.
I will sing, the song, same old song, until my flowers belie.
Oh, Sun, why I pale?