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.