We don’t tidy up after ourselves, as we should.
Love me afterwards.
We leave our clothes in a Cubist pattern on the floor.

first 3 lines are PERFECT.

We coo like complaining doves -
lyrically lovely. some words just fit...

I love this.

Brilliant. This was such a refreshing read. I particularly liked "We leave our clothes in a Cubist pattern on the floor." My only complaint is in your line breaks. It does not flow well, perhaps you should break your longer sentences into more lines so it read better.
For example:
We don’t tidy up after ourselves,
as we should.
Love me afterwards.
We leave our clothes
in a Cubist pattern on the floor.
A better use of imagery and word choice would help as well, but the story you create with this poem is wonderful. I like how the speaker is persistent in their love, and how wishful thinking is all they can hold on to.

Nice allusion to Cubism in the first stanza.

"The hands of the clock unturn." Unnatural! Profound! Philosophical! :)

i love imagery and metaphors in this. they really bring the words to life. nicely done. =)

I love love love the first stanza! Just beautiful. And your metaphors 'the days dribble over themselves'. Gorgeous x