My Personal Potion

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