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 papers.

*Translated by Emanuel Xavier.