To obey

[white camellia]

You can't teach intelligence
So I be your puppet pulled around
You are not satisfied with my rustic obedience
So I brainwash my ego like a proselytism hound
You open the door with a Delphic smile
So I be compelled to enter in a voluntaristic-dupe manner
You shutter the windows lest outer
View would the furniture defile
So I pretend to feast inhaling deeper
Lemons, Litchis, Lettuce, Horseradish…
A display of miscellaneous dish
All laid still as greenish cadaver
Awaits to be anatomized by my sweet knife
And then you raise the cold goblet
Where I find myself rife
With plenty of tumultuary quiet

[blp]

Brilliant!

[white camellia]

Brilliant!

What a delightful compliment, blp! :p
But more is that you, as a reader, were pleased!
I am actually thinking about a better title since this one might be a bit distressful? What about "enclosed pleasure"?

[Aurora Ariel]

Your poems are really distinctive and interesting. There is a nice uniqueness there. This is one of my favourites so far. I look forward to reading more from you!

[blp]

I prefer the title you've got and it seems more accurate in describing the subject matter.

[white camellia]

Your poems are really distinctive and interesting. There is a nice uniqueness there. This is one of my favourite so far. I look forward to reading more from you!

This is one of my favourite too, Aurora Ariel. ;) I will keep writing poems as long as I can feel the world and myself ... as long as someone's waiting ...

Thank you, Aurora Ariel ... Your name sounds beautiful ...