there were three
they wove their way
between the plates
and eat and ate alone
eyes were spun between
the white of the plates
and the red of the wine
as grace unsaid stood
between them as if god
had been their meal
their aspects alone
were faces in love
their intuition being
their instrospect denied
soon the meal it was oer
and the end became eyes
for now they could see
and there three did see
and there three were seen
