She beaded in Braille.
Her body language needed no translator,
her facial expressions expressive,
her tone not deaf.
Negative space: the absence of color,
the breaks in paragraphs that ease the eyes,
the hue that brightens only to show more that is not.
It is white.
The children entered the magical garden,
with its sacred spaces
& secret places.
It was where they went to nurture,
the senses that glowing screens could not
He tasted the nourishment of her melons,
she smelled the spice that was his essence,
he touched the deepest part of her lily,
she heard the words drawn from her depths,
& blindly, they found the sacred sensual.
She took inspiration from their expiration,
internalizing their words,
externalizing the actions those words provoked.