Then I told her she was my only pleasure,
but she said I was only her best pleasure.

It is unjust to even call those other things pleasures,
I said.

She chose her next words carefully,
and said,
But one cannot discount, say, cheese.

I grabbed her firmly by the shoulders,
staring between her eyes,
at the bridge of her nose.

If I could choose,
I said,
the manner in which I died,
I would wish to be turned into the most delicious cheese,
so that you could eat me
to death.