Auspicious Promise

Her sketal hands,
framed only by,
her silver band.
Auspicious promise,
with full regrets.
Twisting it around,
and around,
till love drips across it.
(And that's what it means, right?)
Filling,
Slowly filling,
the etchings of promise.
She didn't see,
she didn't know.
"Promise me forever."
But promises mean nothing,
as she floods no guilt,
when her naked fingers,
entertwine with whom,
she really promises her love.