My Personal Potion

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