My Personal Potion by Marie

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