constrictor / constructor / conceptor / consultor - a sonnet

There will be peace in our bloodstreams soon
The constrictor might be letting go of
Her will to press but play another tune
And smother with the pain of foxes’ glove

There will be time to fall another day
Constructors plan their actions for ten months
So that their courage finds a safe display
As usual, there’s a list of pros and cons

There will be quiet, new - a starting point
Where ideal idea and conceptor meet
Their intuition’s dearest growing joint
It’s never decided in a heartbeat

Alas, there is a reassurance sought
Who wants to know, picks a consultor’s brain
If just too hopeful for that one soft spot
Delighted ease and finally unchained

Snake’s tempting not abundant any more
She says: “Take me wholly, eat my sweet hole”