Framework
You sleep beneath a quilt of moonlight.
As I cut off the lamp across the room
and walk into darkness the heavenly
body brightens. There is just enough
room for me, pushing aside a dog
or two, to press against you, fall in
to the rhythm of your breathing,
our dreams mountains on the moon
Translations from the English 
Beautiful. Glad to hear it live earlier this eve at the open mic, and real glad to catch up over coffee before-hand — thanks!
Always great to see you, Printer Guru. And looking forward to seeing your book in fabulously designed print in early November…
I’ll post this on Twitter, too, but here’s my #fullmoonsocial2014 contribution this eve, which struck me ‘tween the eyes on the way home from our open mic tonight, watching the unbelievable moon rising over the Blue Ridge, lighting my way home and conjuring connection with so many across so many miles and centuries:
[a haiku, of course] ~
kittens hunkered ’round
the darkened rim, we sit
lapping that milk-white light
Yeah! It was HUGE walking back home down Frederick Street, too.
I love the gentle beauty of this one.