tara caribou
poetry & short story author – artist & nature lover
Come Dance with Me
I always love when
he shares his music with me
songs that sum up his day
songs that remind him of me
songs that touch his soul
as I listen it’s almost as if
he’s here with me
I’m the harmony
to his melody
my hips swaying
arms floating in the air
feet reveling
face lifted
twirling, spinning, twisting
allowing his music to sink deep inside
invading my mind
drawing me closer to his
gasping for breath
I can almost feel him
as he steals up behind me
his breath on my neck
his hands on my hips
pulling my body to his
I lift my hands over my head
lean back into him and
together we let the music move us
my body tingles with want
my eyes drift closed
my lips part
my insides clench
and the song ends and
I remember I’m
actually
dancing alone
©️tara caribou – 2017
33 Comments on “Come Dance with Me”
tara caribou 
A most beautiful description of the memory of dancing and so aching in the end.
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Thank you.
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That should tell you something
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I’m confused. Why I’m alone, or..??
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Awesome! Very beautiful.
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Thank you. I’m glad you liked it.
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It’s beautiful how it bring out the ache.
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It really does
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Very well written again! Thank you…
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😊
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The power of music and poetry converging in one beautiful post.
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Awww thanks Rob! I do love music.
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Reading this was like watching a mini movie. I guessed the ending by previous poetry, but it still tugged at my heart.
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I’m pretty much a broken record, yeah. Predictable and transparent, as I’ve been told. It’s who I am.
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Oh no! That’s not what I meant, it’s just that I feel like I’m getting to know your this part of your past (that sounds ridiculous after just a few posts).
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Haha! But no, really… I meant what I said. I don’t take it as a negative (or positive) just the truth. lol – I know how I am.
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A beautiful blend of music and poetry. We all love the way you rock.
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Oh! This makes my heart sing and my smile dance. Thank you ☺️
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Welcome, Tara. Happy to see you smiling , dancing.
This is so cool. 💃🏿
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Correct me if I’m wrong but this is a great deal more positive, more full of hope than anything else I’ve read by you. Despite the ending, the mood that carries to this is one of joy, jubilation, fun. I can almost hear you laughing as you dance barefoot in the middle of your living room. In the end of it, you’re alone, but not as lonely as you once thought and it ends with a smile, not a frown. Loved it!
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Yes. I do tend to dance around with a smile on my face or tears pouring down. Music moves me. So do memories. So do my fantasies.
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If you can be moved then it means you are open, which is a beautiful state to be. 🙂
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Either open or… emotional.
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I was like… ‘wow, this is remarkably upbeat’… then I got to the last sentence… No Tara!
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Haha! Oh Joey.. maybe my writings aren’t for someone as upbeat as you! I’m a bit of a downer. 😉
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Joey is medically upbeat.
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Awesome. I like that.
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I hope you’re having a groovy type day Alaska! Watch out for bears. And rogue Canadians
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Thanks for the tip!
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Sometimes… if you’re good, you get more than just the tip
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Oh, I’ve been very good. Very very good 😉
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I loved your work today. This poem was amazing.
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Oh! Thank you Coyote! I so appreciate that.
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