Answer:
What gets wetter as it dries?
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
What can be filled with empty hands?
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high. Eastern art from ancient time. Name me now and solve this rhyme.
Special abilities and brightly colored underwear are all you need to be one of these.