Shaking the pedestal (edit)

This is the gospel truth! As I sat at her feet
in the pool of her shadow, lit warm by her smile
convinced it was me that remembered wrongly.
Ran my fingers through veiled hair finer than silk
stockings, ten denier. Janus smirked.

Denier! Restate the past, hand over truth in silver
coins that pour from her lips. Enchanted coincidence
rolls in my palm. Rewrite and revise. Believe me!
Believe me! I am lost in meek eyes, humble arms
of, duplicitous I burn and burn

in a holocaust, shame rages, blame devastates
Don’t fail me! Have I ever lied to you? In ruinous
disenchantment my head shakes at her audacious
belief. Lets down her silky tresses, Janus hides his
face as she rewords our history.