The somewhat loose meter, yet always under control (like L6, which teeters on the brink of tetrameter yet still sounds right in a pentameter poem), combined with the smart puns (terra infirma, shaky ground, the fault), combined with my knowledge of the likely suspects to be found in this bake-off, make me bet my nickle this is by Alicia, though I'll hedge my bet by saying that the people in Alicia's poems are generally more delineated than the stock character lovers in this poem.
Anyway, I'm wondering how many of the rest of us would dare start a line "We fall mute," with the second foot being monosyllabic.
If I cast about to raise questions, I'd question how, toward the end, the floor can still be swinging yet the scene is likened to the moment when two lovers "halt."
Anyway, a very strong poem indeed.
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