Rafael Ayala Páez’ poem April appeared here in April 2014. They do not burn* By Rafael Ayala Páez The lamp spills its wine …………………..over a body ……………………………………….a back or the loved To love crystal eyes …………………..To love this sibylline mouth is to be consumed in a blaze …………………..Nonetheless they do not burn ……………………………………….the skins like […]