My Personal Potion

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