All Night (for Juan)

The west
is midnight
blue like
mascara
and the east
has begun
to bleed blue
like blue gills
we used to catch
off the pier
in northern
Wisconsin
sunlight
like icycles
began to fall
on the comforter
beneath where you
slept the sunlight
danced on your
eyelashes
making them
twinkle
the slivers
of light
caused your eyes
to open slowly
still bathed
in sleep

turning to me
you opened your
eyes
and looked
at me

weren’t you
here when I
fell asleep
you asked

yes
I replied

all
night