How Do You?

Turn off desire, for example.

I hope there's a knob that lets it all simmer down: keep warm. I really didn't plan on writing about you. I was just browsing through my friend's list in friendster. And there your profile was. I must say you look better now. You've longer hair. Losing a little weight looks good on you. As always, I love your eyes. And those lips.

How do you, turn off desire, for example.

I guess, you don't. You just allow it to consume you. And then, when it's over. You just move on.

Ah, the impossibilities are greater than my desire.