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.