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.