There's an open emotion that motion releases. nThe car reads a curve as the road writes a crest. nSlow-motion the ocean is nironing its creases ncotton white seams on a blue-green dress. nAh...nnSweet smell of the sea, nsuddenly citronella. nYou will protect me, nmy sweet citronella. nWarm frangipani and ripe mango skin. nThe sun has lost its sting, nwe're diving in. nnClearly I'm nearly completely unclouded by nhistory, hurt, and the reach of the world. nThe present is a gift nmy heart lifts to a brown-headed nmystery wrapped in a beach-towel, my girl. nAh...nnSweet smell of the sea, nsuddenly citronella. nYou will protect me, nmy sweet citronella. nWarm frangipani and ripe mango skin. nThe sun has lost its sting, nwe're diving in.