My personal potion by Mary Patsiatzis

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