Sylvie Hill

Have You Seen This Man? Have you seen this man? He is MY MAN, stood In a Canadian river, on wood In a suit and antlers With Canadian geese In flight, passing. Have you seen this man? He is a GENTLEMAN, waiting In a Canadian lake, in wood Geared up and ready For a Canadian […]

Trench My trench is more deep than it is wide In it, I’ve hid from battles, so I wouldn’t die So I was surprised, quiet, when he came inside Since when were you on my side? Since then, I’ve dug me a deep depression Into which I hide with only one preoccupation: “He would dive […]

The Distance I Need I am above the city In my home in a tall building. Walking a tightrope, on edge Noisy traffic below on city streets Does not bring me peace I cringe, Needing Wakefield trees Waking with birds Sound of leaves I am above this city: Isolated. I am above the city In […]

The Ferryman’s Pipe They may call me a Masochist. But who brings you treasures like this? From the bottom of the river floor from the South Bank of London, Amidst the big pile of rubble of rocks and used condoms He walked and crushed them Saying “you can find lots of stuff like clay pipes,” […]

Si So I’ve Washed My Hands Of Us. Cairo, you’re hot as fuck! I saw you laid back On your back With a banana on your shirt Wanted to crawl up from your knees Past your belt To your face And lay on top you in the dirt. Cairo, you’re hot as fuck! Enigmatic smile […]

This Is What Guys Have Done When you make excuses to not get to yoga Cause your pedicure’s old, heels cracking, He lifts your legs, and creams your feet: This is what guys have done. When you couldn’t find anything to wear For the dinner party with his bosses He takes you to your closet […]

I Am A Woman, Growing Old And I woke up one day And I was old. The skin on my chin: pulled like a baggy scrotal sac on him. Sagged, like the labia between her legs Raggy, like his inner 47 year-old elbow folds. Old. We are getting Tired and less tight. The hairs on […]

Old School Beaver Oh, don’t kid yourself! I’ve got slinky panties. They’re just not practical to travel with To Bloomsbury: London’s Center of Academics Education and Medicine. Screw Dalston! I am a nerd. Oh, don’t kid yourself. I am expressive in sex. I just don’t show it with a stranger In Bloomsbury: Telling me I’m […]

The Real Villain. I say one funny thing about a pick-up line He gets mad, says: “I don’t tell you mine!” In person, I keep it platonic. He spends the time telling me how he likes it. I post news of having published a book of sexy stories He starts Tweeting that I must be […]

You’ve Got The Ugliest Eyes. When I told her that he asked me to hold him Then said, “But don’t tell anyone I asked that, please” And I cuddled him in my arms like a baby He was 31, you made the ugliest eyes I’ve ever seen. When a man fixed my knapsack, hiking And […]