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.