Sea of Electrons, An Air

An air of pretty, was sheDressed up, done upMaybe in her pajamasHer beauty wasn’t for meNeither was her loveI was so dumbCan’t breatheAn air of music, did she sing?Her siren’s songA love gone wrongWhat she said to meBe goneIt wasn’t so longCan’t breatheAn air of feeling, where her fingers ledHow I dreamed up her thighsA keyboard saying, I wasn’t her guyAs if I was a monster like FredWhy didn’t I