home is where the heart is

oddly enough,
I've never felt more at home
than on a concrete floor
little rocks digging
into my weak knees
as I trace patterns
into your skin.

oddly enough,
i've never felt more at home
being held by you
on a thin blue blanket
underneath an inverted cross
and a 666
that I'll be sorry to leave behind
in a few months' time.