Demands

I am asked to produce my license
when I cash a check
and two credit cards that are major.
This simple act
is a matter of expedience only.

Now you insist I say out loud that I love you.
I do, I think,
far more than words can convey,
but am dismayed at the rape wrapped up
in the question.

I would like to give
the gift of myself as a pleasure,
not as forced labor or a salve
I am asked to rub in.

So, let hands talk
and arms and warmth of my body.
Indeed, flesh is known to be
more honest than words we speak,
or the love we seek.