Not a Counter-counter-counter Poem

consider it now;
that the house
still alone
save for us
has stuck in time
and the sunlight
stopped in air
and the blankets
half-fallen
and our eyes
locked aligned
and our smiles
jointly stitched
are not sirens
of ecstasy
like one string
of a guitar
like one key
of a piano
but signals
to a passion
like strumming
like falling
like tumbling
on those keys

and still we crave
each other
but in this still
frame of life
all that's obvious
is love.