In and with these poems, Cundiff and Schreiner offer us, and one another, a sheltered exquisite conversation that encompasses the tangled narrative of love and other things less easy to announce or acknowledge. It catches and attaches in a fractal, organic way, melancholy and exultant, factual and defiant, gravid from the exploration of the secrets of the dark body, private and intimate and universal. You could peer through the window, but the vine-covered door is neither locked nor unduly difficult to find. I recommend that you walk in, pour some wine, and straightforwardly celebrate. -Susan T. Adams