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.