Answer:
I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
I grow for a surface, even if you cut me. I continue to grow even after death.
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
What gets wet while drying?
What binds two people yet touches only one?
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.