He watched me throughout, an anxious nurse, brushing jewels from my eyes, kissing life into my mouth, and dressing my skin with vines of moonflower and ivy. He loved me as night turned to morning glory light; pressed to my heart, he listened to my dreams, to my soft eager words.
* Follow the link from the picture above or click here to view Victorian Gothic’s page on moonflowers, and get an idea of some of the botanical inspiration behind this story! I’m really excited about this story and hope to see it in print soon. Wish me luck! xo