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.