His name is Chris.
His lips are poisonous.
His mind is multi-faceted.
His penis is loose.
His hands are corrupt.
His tongue is silver-lined.
His laugh is forged.
His love is betrayal.
His heart was never mine.
His name is Chris.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
His name is Chris.
His lips are poisonous.
His mind is multi-faceted.
His penis is loose.
His hands are corrupt.
His tongue is silver-lined.
His laugh is forged.
His love is betrayal.
His heart was never mine.
His name is Chris.
A bold, dynamic poem about betrayal (and, I think, unrequited love). The repetitions at the beginning of your lines — “His ____” sets up a chant-like feeling, which ups the speaker’s emotional intensity. Good work!