Tongue

There are times I cannot speak because
my tongue has tired itself from a busy day
of talking business and making chit chat.

It sits in its home and wishes to do nothing
more than taste something flavorful
or find itself in an open mouthed kiss.

When it sleeps it dreams of all the words
it has yet to say. It doesn't have nightmares
too often except for the one where it stutters,

cannot find  the right word and feels caught,
helpless,wishing only to hide. When it wakes
it is relieved to find it was just a passing

moment of imagined weakness. Right
now it sits in silence, wondering if it
will have a chance to say these words

out loud. It probably will. For now
my hands have this under control.