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Justin Erskine #00414890

Justin Erskine #00414890

5/20/2020

Inhale the beach
and see me there
with you as I do,
just after the glow
is shuttered and
the finishing touches
are put on the day
    
Last night you wore
a blue sundress – only
Trailing you, following
with my eyes the
disruptions in the sand,
as it called after your feet.
The moon shone
on your calves, stopping
just at the knee
where cotton danced
a wicked tease,
and clung to you,
silhouetting my hunger
    
twisting toward me
on your toes, you reached
your hand to me
with a grin that says
you caught me
looking. I’m always looking,
aren’t I?
    
On lucky eves
the next frame comes
and brings my hand
to the small in your back
as I taste a hint of
the Atlantic on your lips -
always the perfect amount;
when you gasp I feel
the electricity bridging
all the space between us
    
Why do I never see
how we land our backs on
the sand, where the tide tickles
our feet? Lying there
with love more grand
than the heavens.
My hands on
your hips as I drift
away, and watch
your face, framed
in the cosmos

Justin Erskine #00414890

5/20/2020

Inhale the beach
and see me there
with you as I do,
just after the glow
is shuttered and
the finishing touches
are put on the day
    
Last night you wore
a blue sundress – only
Trailing you, following
with my eyes the
disruptions in the sand,
as it called after your feet.
The moon shone
on your calves, stopping
just at the knee
where cotton danced
a wicked tease,
and clung to you,
silhouetting my hunger
    
twisting toward me
on your toes, you reached
your hand to me
with a grin that says
you caught me
looking. I’m always looking,
aren’t I?
    
On lucky eves
the next frame comes
and brings my hand
to the small in your back
as I taste a hint of
the Atlantic on your lips -
always the perfect amount;
when you gasp I feel
the electricity bridging
all the space between us
    
Why do I never see
how we land our backs on
the sand, where the tide tickles
our feet? Lying there
with love more grand
than the heavens.
My hands on
your hips as I drift
away, and watch
your face, framed
in the cosmos

Justin Erskine

3/2/2020

Winter’s over Mama

And in that flash before

Spring hits its stride

I breathe

Dark petrichor gritty

In my lungs

Excoriated esophagus

But winter is over Mama

Expelling its chill

And the warm burrowing layers

We tucked ourselves in

Separately

Heaven’s tears thrown

Fat and splashing

A summons drawing

Skinny love from the dirt

To the surface

It’s heavy under there but

Isn’t it a pretty haunting

Those drifting sliver clouds

Failing to trap errant luminous

Rays that float past

The open window lighting up

Our warm bodies lying beneath

Letting the equinox

Before passing on.

 

 

The distance is greater

12/5/2015

The distance is greater
Than it once was
More than miles of highway
Miles of chain link
Or imposing gnarled and mangling
Weaponized steel

As if the sum of all
Those miles were not enough
There is the vastness
Of poison

Nothing overcomes the exposure
Not fully
These things are complicated
Insinuating their residual will
Hidden in the shadows
For later surprise cameos
Wily and wry they leave
Stains that show only in certain light
Or darkness

And the vastness threatens
Permanence
Irreparability at best
Staggered unstable
Disabled by this bulging distance
Ignoring my pleas
To slow down...stop...turn around
I am smothered by its expanse

Pressure mounts

8/1/2013

Pressure mounts
fighting to maintain
a mere mirage -
a projection -
of the acceptable
side of myself.
Keeping secrets
of the inner tumult.
Staying tacit rather
than halving my
burden.

Refusing conformity
will have me
eventually found out.
The facade crumbling
reveals my true nature.
They've figured it out
already, I'm sure.
Smelling blood they'll
attack,
and when they pounce
I'll be alone.

It's been a battle
of endurance.
Fought for good and
truth - lost to evil
and lies.
As I bid
my farewell
I'll find comfort
knowing I didn't
compromise…feels
like a victory.

About Justin

Astrological sign:
Virgo
Willing to correspond outside of the U.S.:
Yes
Photo verified by WriteAPrisoner.com:
No
Birth date:
9/15/1987 (age 32)
Eyes:
Brown
Hair:
Brown
Hometown:
Dover, DE
Marital status:
Single
Race:
Caucasian
Religion:
Spiritual
Interested in furthering their education:
No
Seeking prayer partners:
No
Seeking legal help:
No
Gender:
Male
Sexual orientation:
Straight
Profile starts on:
3/2/2020
Profile ends on:
3/2/2021

Incarceration Information

On death row:
No
Incarcerated since:
1/1/2007
Serving life sentence:
Yes
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High School

?
Caesar Ralney
Camden, DE
Graduation year: 
2005

College

?
Adams State University
Alamosa, CO

Military Service

?

Unknown

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Sussex CI
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Georgetown, DE 19947
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