Lose the muse(sonnet)

I´m not supposed to speak to her.
She would certainly shun me.
Push my face into her killing spree.
I´m tongue tied describing her furr.
 
I shouldn´t dream in the colour of unattainable woman
Such travel in fantasy is unsettling.
I don´t know if providence is threatening!
I shouldn´t ponder killing heaven´s doorman.
 
I´ll try to ignore that once high muse.
Not going near, she is a killing machine.
Her beating heart is a scorpion infested sand dune.
 
I won´t seek love where it will be refused.
Where my feelings would be tainted obscene.
Soon she´ll be once again woo´d by some romantic bafoon.