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.