You Remind Me Of It

There was an exhaustive Grotowskian dancing.

When it - by you - was first imparted on me: my most outer layer of mind recoiled in fear — in shame.

When I - to it - coaxed to relax, no longer locked in paralysis, the vicarious sense: earnest and fervour.

Locked eyes now —
You smile —
betrayed absolutely —
without second thought.

It simply reminds me -
of moments not lost,
spaces I occupy
and the significance thereof.

Joy — borne from oneself.
Legitimacy and validity inherent.

you remind me of it.