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.