Stinky tofu

Have you tried it yet?  
That infamous stinky tofu?  
If so, do you agree with my assessment?  
Have you braved any crunchy insects  
From street vendors?  
I most definitely draw the line on those!  
Do you think of me at a sushi bar?  
Or when you sip a cognac?  
I’m trying to recall, that first night,  
What finally tipped me  
Into tipsy—saké? Vodka? (Drunk on you?)  
I think it was the Ruby Red…  
Seems fitting…  
But most definitely,  
The final tip was ALL you,  
Your charm, your patience, your attentiveness  
Your conversation  
Your sensitivity  
Your affection…  
That’s the stimulant in my blood  
That does not fade away  
You are that sweet drug  
Rooted in my heart  
You’re the flavor  
Ever on my tongue  
The voice  
Ever echoing through my memories  
You are the favorite delicacy  
On whom I so passionately long to feast  
Feast my eyes & ears and mind and mouth  
My seeking fingers long to ravish all of you  
Yet  
I would settle (put my brave face on)  
for a stick of stinky tofu  
(or even skewered deep-fried insects)  
If only I might share a meal  
With you