The roundness of your eyes is eternity

eternity, if i can just understand what it means?
well should it mean a moment stalled
no forward, no backward, on and on of eternity?

or does it mean a moment
that bounces over and over
with the unfathomable 'no ending'?
how boring it can become if
i do not know how to deal with it

i would prefer the former
especially if i can look into
your ingratiating warm and lovely eyes
bath and luxuriate in them
as time twirls runs round and round
their stunning roundness
losing the grip of its own existence

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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