this is thick and smokey and lovely.

It is you./ Are you?

very effective short lines.

"I hide you in my mind, bring you out when I’m bored,
Pick lovingly over you, tangle your hair,
Wipe mud into the skin on your face,
Tear bramble-scratches and animal claw prints onto
Your body."
Your poem really begins to gain momentum here, I love how you contrast images of love with viscous ones. It has a really subtle effect which makes your ending more powerful when you "suppose it's something like love."
I really liked this.

You're brave; I like that. (I have a thing for semi-colons--since I see none here, I take it you don't care for them...
I love them--they save time, but I digress.)
This is one of the most wreckless, realistic accounts of the insanity that comes over two people when everything--caution, propriety, physical barriers are thrown to the wind. (another cliche, I fear)

Very unsettling, skilled work,

McKinley

this is beautiful.
i love the images it brought up.

nice job.

yours until the wind changes,
gg