Your Lover in my Wasteland

Today the wind is
Blowing bits of ice
In a vortex, from the vortex.  
My hands are frozen bricks,
Brilliant, blue skies
Empty and cruel.  
Your overseer came for you:
Black tar
Blow
Blues, pink ladies
And you’re gone again.
But what are we,
Any of us,
Under this kind of sky?  
Nothing more than one
Of these slivers of ice
Swirling in an empty eddy.  
Only you
Can get away with your
Loving addiction  
And I stay chilled
In the barren grey.