I's real,

it's me.

All that I may be.

Cool to the touch.

Hot when it wants.

Fingertips humm,

the sweet melody of the drums.

Thrashing and swaying.

Rhythmically playing.

It's heart beats in time,

together with mine.

My eyes are conspired.

With fair sight I'm inspired.

No pupils will stare.

This is real.

It's all in my hands.

I will just have to know,

what to say if on land