I would take a yellow bandana from Texas and fold it around ice,
and bath your arms and legs with the gentle touch of love.
Plant a weeping willow in your garden to shadow your window,
and open every sill to the cool night air.
Fan you with hope and move the air till it blows soft and cold,
and feather your bed with the lightest of breeze.
Blow sirocco kisses to sooth your hot skin.
I will cool you, if you lay warm beside me
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I would like to translate this poem