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.