To Katyusha

I saw her on my way to heaven.
I asked her if she would walk across-
sand dunes, arches and elusive skies.
Her reply was a silent smile.
I asked if
she would paint her silence on a snowstorm.
Instead, she painted faded wind in purple cloud.
I asked if
she would paint her smile on a starry night.
Instead, she painted murmur of an orgasm.
May be I was hallucinating.
May be I was in love.