Beneath the thatch
Cozy
Relaxed

Legs stretch out

The gap between
Fire dance
And log

Bell peal
Through fog

Wake up
Seek the mountain

Molten wax
on candlesticks
deep
there my head
toppled
for you my sweet,
skull-demons
keeps me awake
while your beauty sleeps,
are we dead men living
under the torment
of a captor's keep
for a honeycomb
laced with nectars
bitter weep.