My Personal Potion

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