love poem 472

what *
faded fardes proves
merely by their absence
that now I love you « slightly »
less ? * dress
downs
its
own inked inklings
neither done * nor made
« up » of your normal naturale
including new * -dug depths
of past « perfections » only
in my memory now
known ?
is
what's
necessary
for love * then
a parade or masquerade ?
a harlequinade which in broils
(bright barioled * coils) of * colours
stains the souvenir * -ed sky itself !
with the ills of an ink's long
ideologies ? man
-made :
this « necessary
spectacle ! » yet may it
be * dispersed ? parsed by
clearer lenses * of a language
's lulls and in your current
colder colours born
the brunt
of * some new beauty
in your mind's mellow less fallacious
futures all pre- *
pared ?