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.