I was a crystal chalice open, and waiting for the rains to pour. Since youth I had longed for fullness. It seemed my being had been made in the shape of something I was meant to find. But for so long, I was a bearer of hollows. My bones made dull groans as the winds passed over me. I trembled when the Earth trembled, and viewed every precipice with shattered dreams. The she came into my life. She poured forth, from a long, fluted stem; filling all my spaces with her ruby kiss. She intoxicated me, my lady Wine, and made every dark place smile with an inner glow. We are quite a pair, she and I. When other lips come for *sohbat* they stumble away down dark alleys, unable to bear the heady laughter. I was a chalice, once; now I am only a taste, divine, borne aloft in Saghi's arms.