My personal potion by Morgyn Aronyk-Schell

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