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.