Charisma

The guilt

of carrying

a charmed God. 

Hide

the gift

I am afraid

to open.

Some assembly 

required.

The instructions are in

je ne comprends pas.

Please don't ask,

so I mustn't speak.

Your ever widening

eyes;

the swift flushing

of my cheeks.

I quickly whisper,

Ce n'est pas le mien.