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.