I never really thought that Elizabeth Bishop would inspire me but there you go. This is a bit of a take on 'One Art', that sort of puns on her use of the word 'losing'. I'm posting it here in consideration for that good old Super Portfolio. Feedback appreciated!
The game we play is one I need to master,
But it seems I have losing down to an art.
And that you see my tears: that’s the disaster.
The strength to keep them in I shall muster.
My eyes will not be the window to my heart.
For the game we play is one I need to master.
Our battle together makes my heart beat faster,
For my life is flavourless when we are apart
But for you to see my tears would be a disaster.
The wounds you give can’t be fixed with a plaster…
And are you really worth these cuts sweetheart?
The game we play is one I want to master,
Though the thrill of the battle loses its lustre;
I now can’t be bothered with the lemon-sharp smart.
That you ever saw my tears was a disaster.
So no more anxiety, no more fluster:
From our messed-up sport I now depart.
The game we play is one I cannot master.
You’ll never more see my tears: no more disaster.