PORT MACQUARIE

Port Macquarie..
Port Macquarie..
I'm afraid of you spreading my secrets,
How many kisses I flew to her,
How I offered her my flowers.
The sea is girdling it all around,
My heart is drowning
And I don't know..
I feel that its sea is jealous of me
I feel that its beach had collected my stories,
Its sand is becoming a life coal..
Its wave is running off my fire.
I've fallen in with it,
And my blood is boiling
Because my flow is sweeping me away.

Port Macquarie is a city,
But I'm confused
How did I love it?
How did it love me?
How did it steel my poems?