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.