My Personal Potion

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