There's an open emotion that motion releases.    The car reads a curve as the road writes a crest.    Slow-motion the ocean is    ironing its creases    cotton white seams on a blue-green dress.    Ah...      Sweet smell of the sea,    suddenly citronella.    You will protect me,    my sweet citronella.    Warm frangipani and ripe mango skin.    The sun has lost its sting,    we're diving in.       Clearly I'm nearly completely unclouded by    history, hurt, and the reach of the world.    The present is a gift    my heart lifts to a brown-headed    mystery wrapped in a beach-towel, my girl.    Ah...      Sweet smell of the sea,    suddenly citronella.    You will protect me,    my sweet citronella.    Warm frangipani and ripe mango skin.    The sun has lost its sting,    we're diving in.