New Poem - "Rotisserie"

Wasn't it enough that you weren't here?
I guess inquiry was my mistake
And your response was just icing
Left over from when you iced his cake

Wasn't it unfair for you to choose?
Two suitors well suited for the task
I'm hiding in mine now rejected
He the victor behind only a mask

And how do I quantify my devesation?
Half tissue part excrement the rest perspiration
My nothings are sweet but his sweetness is none
And here I thought desire was a primer for love

I wish that you would come inside-don't knock
The door's unlocked just wipe your feet
I'd rather bleed from the raw joy of surprise
Than scrape the ground and know defeat

And how do you show me your appreciation?
Get right in my face then impose suffucation
My airway's blocked but you need not adjust
My throat's much deeper than our trust

His eyes aren't brown and he passed on dinner
But he's full of shit so you should reconsider
Blue is more than just a half of green
And my blue eyes are really a sight to be seen
Look in them steady even as you shake
As I lap up your icing and devour your cake
Get your batter flowing don't worry about a pan
Mow me over throw me down as hard as you can
Unroll that and slap this and poke your spit into the meat
Thrust and turn and pivot and rotisserie me