My Personal Potion

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