Honeycomb Cowfish -- Acanthostracion polygonia, mating near Bonaire with a poem by Derek Walcott:
'This coral's shape echoes the hand
It hollowed. Its
Immediate absence is heavy. As pumice,
As your breast in my cupped palm.
Sea-cold, its nipple rasps like sand,
Its pores, like yours, shone with salt sweat.
Bodies in absence displace their weight,
And your smooth body, like none other,
Creates an exact absence like this stone
Set on a table with a whitening rack
Of souvenirs. It dares my hand
To claim what lovers' hands have never known:
The nature of the body of another.' ~ "Coral" by Derek Walcott
they had us at first blush...
‘Ah, better to love in the lowliest cot
Than pine in a palace alone.’ ~ George John Whyte-Melville, Chastelar
Color seems to be a big part of their communication -- spawning redux, in shallower waters, accompanied by John Donne:
'Some man unworthy to be possessor
Of old or new love, himselfe being false or weake
Thought his paine and shame would be lesser,
If on womankind he might his anger wreake,
And thence a law did grow,
One might but one man know,
But are other creatures so?
Are Sunne, Moone, or Starres by law forbidden,
To smile where they list, or lend away their light?
Are birds divorc'd, or are they chidden
If they leave their mate, or lie abroad a-night?
Beasts doe no joyntures lose
Though they new lovers choose,
But we are made worse than those.' ~ from "Confined Love" by John Donne
One spawn a'time...
...they lived happily ever after...