Lady Familiar

Now... Metaphors dance in my mind and there's a word I'm hoping  to find, a line familiar as "I want you to be mine." Relying on the fact that poetry hasn't failed me yet I hope you approve the way God chose Moses's mouthpiece  and includes all thou's,  ye's, I's and me's I want you to possess me the way a forty-niner would  gold. Blaze a trail through Oregon greenery and  I'll follow you like  Rockefeller wealth and hereditary genomes  wearing Nike shoes till two becomes unified  I promise to pursue you. Then... I pictured sunflowers and  spilled rutabagas on grandma's  corner peeled linoleum.  She wore a halo and  shooed away storms Her hello sounded like hallelujah and hummed Blessed Assurance as her dentures soaked in baking soda. Eventually... You're reminding me of  the women of my youth The qualities of a praying woman  has been man's best protection  The metaphor, word, and  line familiar found:  "He hasn't failed me yet," I can hear her saying. I picture you praying.