Susee’s Personal Potion

I is a potion, begin
In the air, where nostrils sip
Molecules of riding my bike into your head,
Your hands. Listen
To dancing along
Spiral canals moving mood’s food
Into feet, and forage
For fields of sunflowers
And find (it/them) finding you – is a potion
In motion, begin
Again, sip wee children and swirl
Add playing games with friends and family and twirl
And whole world whirls for you, feel that?
The potion of you fills the ocean, don’t forget!