Desire, modeled as mimetic, seems a form of covetousness, a fierce directedness towards a certain object, a choice somehow imposed, and a fantasm of the satisfaction of possession, and of who you would be in the act of that possession. More often desire does not have that tautness and literalness but is more in the way of a surrender, a melting, a suspension of resistance to being drawn by the gravitational force emanating from the object, and this is felt as rather as a welcome weakness of the will than anything that ought to be named a desire.