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.