Teardrops & Fireflies

The Summer of 1922

The economy boomed for the rich, the great war's end shook the core of many american's. The smell of concrete and welding steel, steam and asphalt fumed the grounds of New York City. A young woman who walked as if she was out of an old oil painting by Michelangelo, stained the roof of my head as i saw her creep towards me like a fierce tiger, holding a glass of alcohol in her hand and a long cigarette in the other. "Hiya boy! wanna dance?" She said to me with a glare that struck my chords as she blew hot smoke in my face.. "Uh, sure?" I replied and coughed with caution. She grabbed my hand and took me to the dance floor, her green, beaded, pearl dress shackled as she ran with me; it glistened and shimmered like an ocean under the sunset. looking close to a kaleidoscope her eyes shined under the moonlight as we danced at the biggest party of the night, Mr. Mike Hardwell's circus sized home. We did a Charleston and many Can-Can's for what felt like hours.

I looked up to the moon as it glow a bright blue. holding onto this woman whom i had no idea her name, and she brought me back to earth for just a moment. "No need to look at the sky, if i can take you to Mars." she kissed me and my mind blew out into space, time seemed frozen for that split second. I couldn't breathe and for good reason.

She stopped kissing me after quite a while and I looked up at her, her eyes sparkled like diamonds and her hair blew in the wind.
The sound of people dancing and cheering cluttered my ears as I try and speak. "Uh, I think we should possibly go inside, my name's Jay Kinkle, I know the man who lives here." I said to her while looking around at other people making sure I couldn't be heard.

"Oh yeah? Me too! Where'd you met him from? By the by my name's Jordan, Jordan Weidfeild." She said with confidence.
"I met him a while back, many years ago when we were both just 16. I haven't seen him for a while which is why I was invited to his party, he's throwing it to celebrate the start on his new project, the key to everlasting life. I will be his assistant!" I tried not to share too much with the people around including Jordan.

Jordan thought for a moment. "Well, I've only met him two nights ago when I was skinny dipping in his private beach over there hahahaha, caught his wife peakin at me and she ran off to go And get him, had a long fight talk but were all fine now and here I am!" We started to walk for a while and talk too. We walked up the grand staircase that led up into Mike's home, then into the antechamber that led into the indoor pool, past pillars and stairs and paintings and even chandeliers; we came to a room that had no people in it.

I looked at Jordan, and she looked at me. I grabbed her waist and I told her.

"Take me to Mars..."

We started to kiss some more, and one thing led to another, we both ended up naked rather quickly.
Holding our bodies close to each other's as much as possible while intertwining fingers and rubbing faces. The moment grew more intense and more romantic every second. The curtains blew in the wind and let in the moonlight to the large marble floored bedroom, leaving a shimmer on the shiny walls, the cool breeze causing us to just keep closer. My mind left myself for a minute and I could actually see Mars, the red dusty planet covered in nothing but orchards of Cherries and Apples. Petals floating down all over the frame of an oil painting of a woman holding herself naked behind a waterfall.

I seemed to hear a raspy female voice come from the painting

"The waterfall waters the trees that gold the maluum malus. Seed the women and get the tree, eat the apple and you will see, only the future that time will tell, better be good, or you'll rot in hell."

What does it all mean?