I Thought

I thought I had earned access to your brain en route 

to your heart without conditions.

I thought the treble clef equaled bass.

Such polar epitomes mutually chime.

I thought you ought to chill what is within you as you habberdash

the buildings.

I thought our devotion would evaporate

into a quilt of tundra.

I thought your gaslighting blistered 

the atmosphere within 

my headdress without redress.

I thought brass instruments perspired grace notes, the mind recused itself

from feeling.

I thought fenceposts marked where not to go as imagination flirts with say-so.