at  first they  think they hear a   
   bird, an elusive call they  can't  
  place, and they will linger. lured  
  by the trills (we create synthetic  
  trills to saturate and confuse the  
   senses) they edge nearer.  until   
  they are suddenly  too close. then  
  our full call in all it's majesty,  
  piercing them and enflaming a fake  
   love  to   drench  all   others!   
                                      
                        
                                      
                        
                                      
   and then,  we quickly  pull away   
   that  new love, and they shall be  
   like  moths,  searching for  any   
  glimmer, anything  to nurture this  
   new  and fiery need we  instilled  
      in     their      hearts.