Denial (Triolet)

Go tear, (my eyelid drips),      
upon your thankless errand;          
fear not - the droplet slips          
down face to lips so errant;          
go, since my love has died:          
now I must be denied.          
         
Say to my chin, the rose        
cheek's shade recalls the good          
he did me with past blows,        
when, once alive, he could          
do all he wished - he tried:          
now I must be denied.        
         
Speak to the shadowed prints        
that decorate my neck;        
they've faded into hints        
of all I've suffered. Yet        
I'd suffer more - I've sighed:        
now I must be denied.        
         
Give solace to my breasts,        
my cunt, my thighs - not slapped,        
nor whipped now; nor caressed:         
my vanity has collapsed;        
I've sobbed and I have cried:        
now I must be denied...