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.