At the Vestibule

You stand where the silence starts to breathe A hidden door beneath your skin I trace the line where secrets sleep Where every fire is pulled within No map, no name, no spoken plea Just instinct humming low and slow A sacred place that calls to me The deeper that I go At the vestibule, I linger, I wait Where the night meets the pulse of your flame Every kiss is bending to fate Every tremor is calling my name I don’t rush what was meant to unfold I don’t break what was built to withstand At the edge of your hidden world I worship with both hands Along the curve where shadows part I taste the tides that learn the shore A careful hand, a patient art Unlocking what was sealed before There’s a spark where the dark turns gold A quiet star that wakes the night So small, yet fierce, so bright, so bold It guides my way without a light You rise and fall like whispered waves A rhythm only I can read A fragile fire the silence craves That answers every need At the vestibule, I linger, I wait Where the night meets the pulse of your flame Every kiss is bending to fate Every tremor is calling my name I don’t rush what was meant to unfold I don’t break what was built to withstand At the edge of your hidden world I worship with both hands A hidden sun beneath the hood A path of warmth I come to know You pray the way i thought you would And feel the rising undertow At the vestibule, I’m losing the line Between devotion and desire Every breath, every shiver divine Every second climbing higher And I stay where the moment takes hold On the edge of your infinite land At the door that was never closed I’m undone… and out of hand