travelling

You took
Piccadilly by storm
In your burgundy dress. 
Your Nordic bred smile
Could make anyone
Fall. 
You knock people
Down
Like bowling pins. 
They study your roots; 
The way brown leaks 
Into blue 
And the fading of 
Joensuu 
Into Helsinki. 
What did you lose 
In the move? 
What draws you
To the city? 

Before, 
We were lost in 
Translation, 
But now 
You are closer 
To being
Something I can 
Understand. 
I will speak 
Slowly. 
I will 
Break off
Words 
For you to bite 
And you 
Can spit them 
Into
My drink.