Good with cheese?

There was this poem I read in high school, A Late Aubade by Richard Wilbur.  I remember liking the sensuality of it, the lost morning spent idle in bed, but what I remember most is the end:

“Wait for a while, then slip downstairs
And bring us up some chilled white wine,
And some blue cheese, and crackers, and some fine
Ruddy-skinned pears.”

So, as someone who has spent the last several years attempting to defy her natural pear shape, and is now trying to embrace her pearness, her pear-itude if you will, I’m trying to reframe my thought of pears.  And when I think of pears in a positive way, I think of that poem and those lines.  If pears can be that drop-dead sexy when paired with regular ol’ cheese and wine, then there’s hope for me, too. 

 Also, cheese is just damn tasty.