I thought I had left behind the darkness / of the heart, Arvio confesses in the poem Small War. The love Arvio traces in these pages is indeed a battle, one in which the best-laid plans are shattered. Rarely has a poet tackled intimate love with so much invention and bravery. In poem after poem, we meet the troubling lover whose nearness and force undoes her. There are moments of reprieve: my naked body and budding pleasure / in the weather of your presence. / Not whether your presence but how. The voice is vulnerable, self-knowing, often funny; the poet seems to be writing these poems to save herself from a damaging passion. Her weapons are a cascade of gorgeous ten-syllable lines and a powerful command of metaphor, wielded in a search for meaning and understanding rather than in devastation. These breathtaking love poems make the collection Arvio's most universal to date.