My personal potion by Janaki

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