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.