Sylvie Hill

The Manhandled Muse Who Cocked His Head and Blew But which man can handle being a Muse? Is it you, Hiding Hues off a feminine whim ready to feel somewhat intimidated or impotent like the female poet suggested men get when a woman wants them? “I go both ways, darling, best to keep one’s options […]

Paris via California I don’t forget you once said ‘yes’ to a train to Paris for lunch. I went to San Francisco instead. Because the bed in the flat wasn’t going to be big enough? I sure as fuck wasn’t making a choice to ‘be’ with the other one! I don’t forget that when I […]

You Think I Give A Fuck?* So you had yourself a good cry Over the fact you thought I lied About liking you, you had no idea about him He’s just a figment I couldn’t play if I tried. So you cut us off for good Been 8 years now and figured you should Fuck […]

APPALLED I was appalled. Fine, fair enough even if I was the one that started a conversation about that stuff. It was my lack of a sex life I was allowed to talk about. I was the one that started divulging how I was begging for it and gagging for it in a relationship that […]

You are not ruined, you’ve been bruised. You are not done, you were undone Drowned without a life preserver among the ruins and the rocks. Let me float your boat, my love. Take you to a higher ground. You gave it all, and asked for nonesuch payment but not to be fucked over in deception. […]

Camberwell. Take me down to Camberwell where once they cured the ill. By the pond in South London where they took the ones unwell. Sit beside me in the grass if it be dry or damp by rain. Hold my hand and promise me a silence and one refrain. Take me down to Camberwell where […]

BABY, CAN YOU PLAY THIS? Lately, I’ve been waiting a lot to know if you know how to play this. If you know that what you’re doing is the best way to get this. I point here. Here. And, here. Lately, I’ve been thinking you know exactly what you’re doing. You stay far away from […]

Bored, Red Let not your position be anything but still, on the couch, eating pistachios. For me, and you were always doing for me, you were do not move a fucking muscle. Don’t write direct. Just leave signs on the Internet. – red – or send nothing but a sharp line about as stark as […]

HOLD THE FORT What the hell are you doing here? I’ve seen your legs on horses. I know the shape of your calves and most of all I’ve seen your manly feet in photos enough to know that’s them there touching me, oh no you don’t! The hair on your legs and the warmth of […]

In The End, This… “I don’t tell you about my sexual exploits when I was then, so what makes you think I want to hear about yours?” he shot back, and I raised my brows, turned down the corners of my mouth, grunted and figured — ‘good point’. But why the fuck should he care? […]