Tongue’s Symphony

From cooing babe to the seasoned tongue, I've tasted life, a vibrant song. Sweetness on fire, bitter sting, Each flavour etched, a fleeting spring. A dancer dark, a muscle's art, I weave a map within the heart. Spicy heat and creamy bliss, On this canvas, senses kiss. But taste alone cannot convey, The depths of meaning, day by day. Words take flight, on feathered wings, From poets' verse to everyday things. A bridge of language, cultures meet, In whispered secrets, voices sweet. Misunderstood, I twist and turn, A double-edged sword, lessons learned. A silent plea, a lover's touch, A playful tease, a mother's clutch. Emotions bold, in stories, told, I speak the heart, both young and old. A fiery cry, a whisper-soft, The tongue's true power rises aloft. In silence, too, I find my space, Where thoughts and feelings interlace. So let me dance, this tireless tongue, In the symphony of meaning, ever sung. A taste, a touch, a word, a song, The tongue's true power is forever strong.