Triada Samaras Poem: Spiraling Down

 Spiraling Down

My love for you falls down—
spiraling—
the drain—

words drifting away with tears,
descending deeply into a churning vessel
to anywhere but here,

of downward flight,
of permanent disposal—

Pop! You emerge from another drain,
charm and irresponsibility,

vacant steel eyes that will not meet mine.

But oh—how you sparkle and dance,
promise the sun for a brief moment,
Mediterranean rooftops,
children’s laughter,
dinner simmering—

garlic and tomato in the air.

The touch of your body—
so cold, so magnetic,
my imagination soars
over both of us, over the house,
like a drone seeing down—
everything in its frame
perfectly in place—

But inside,

nothing is.


c. Triada Samaras, 2025