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.