Paper and Silk against my skin,
I sing a song, the Paper-Silk Hym.

I have wings like an angel, and grace like a bird,
I feel like the whisper of a secret word.

We touch, we kiss, we dance to the beat,
You whisper to me of a poem we share.

Paper and Silk against my skin*,
    *I sing a song of the Paper-Silk Hym.