three

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