Hair of black, fingers like wax soft, slimy on skin sticks of candy, sugar sweet touches landmine bones, cracking when worn sliding over cracks in your smile fill them with wax, drops of gold now shimmering smile, you have given by fingers of wax complain of the smell honeysuckle scents so invasive spreading like disease in slow motion fill you up entirely, with my fingers of wax slime covered cape, take you places go ahead, you know wax doesn't bite (in a way you would know) wax, given you a real smile my landmine bones, too worn your wax smile, too much like mine now I give you, fingers of wax go slide over the cracks in another's smile tell her to complain of the smell then giver her fingers, fingers of wax