laura c’s Personal Potion

I is a potion, begin
In the air, where nostrils sip
Molecules of Soft into your head,
Your hands. Listen
To Paws along
Spiral canals moving mood’s food
Into feet, and forage
For Butter
And find (it/them) finding you – is a potion
In motion, begin
Again, sip Chuckles and swirl
Add Rainbows and twirl
And whole world whirls for you, feel that?
The potion of you fills the ocean, don’t forget!