Zoe’s Personal Potion

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