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.