Bindweed [A Sonnet]

The lines you wrote left scorch marks on my heart.
I bury them but soon a word will sprout
far down in lust and darkness. It will start
to curl and multiply then, reaching out,
will take its silent hold of all my thought
and turn my sunlit day to gloomy night
as ev’ry word I speak is rendered naught
and your ambitious riot steals the light.
Your bindweed words grow fast toward the sun
and leave me languishing beneath their shade.
As you explode in bloom, my days become
mere daydreams of the love we never made.
Words planted blindly kill what thrives above;
The choking, cryptic rhizome of your love.