What I Like About You

i like your scent
on my body

i like your taste
on my tongue

i love they way you feel
around me

i love they way
you close your eyes

and bite
your lower lip
when i slide inside you

Your Eyes

Maeengan

take off your sunglasses

she told me the other day

I want to see your eyes

when I kiss you

I want your eyes

to pull me closer

to your body

where I can feel your arms

around me

I want your eyes

to follow me

where my skin

trembles

at the touch

of your hand

your fingers

and your breath

I want your eyes

to stare deeply

into mine

when my fingers

run through

your hair

I want your eyes

to tell me

that I’m special

that you care

for me

Maeengan

she told me

Maeengan

I want your eyes

to close

beneath my sheets

and your body

is close

to mine

xxx ndn: love and lust in ndn country - Aboriginal Writers' Collective o...

Black Bird

Can you fly

your heart

and land it

on my finger

like a black bird?

xxx ndn Book Launch June 29, 2011

'It's a Beautiful Day' - U2 360 Tour (Winnipeg)

Frontrunners

Frontrunners

Maeengan Linklater

They took the Greyhound bus,

they painted

and they conquered

Just a bunch of Indians

who shared

a love

for acrylic

blending colours

on any surface

they could find

in 1967

Norval Morriseau

painted on birchbark

with paints bought

from the Hudson Bay

Jackson Beardy

painted a mural

in the North End

at the Winnipeg and Metis Friendship Centre

where they still play bingo

on a weekly basis

And I’m happy to know

tonight

we celebrate

their works

the lives

they experienced.

and for us

here today

we walk

the path

they created

for us to follow

knowing that

in the early 70’s

they took the Greyhound bus

they painted

and they conquered.

Megwetch

Mindful Together

When I held you

in my arms

nestled

in you lap

I could feel

your fingers

knead themselves

into my back

While my head

rested

on your chest

You kissed me

A single peck

fluttering

oh, so quickly

and before

you knew it

It was gone

In that moment

you expressed

yourself to me

* * *

I know

the emotions

that lie

between us

and within

are intense

A mixture of fire

soot

and smoke

that sucks

the air

from our lungs

and heart

When our insecurities

get the worst

of who we are

and the fear

strikes a chord

of paralysis

Severing

our connection

Draining

our energy

Suffocating

our love

for each other

* * *

I’m not asking you

to jump

into the ocean

with me

I’m not asking you

to fly

into the air

and cannonball

I’m asking you

to sit

at the end

of the dock

dip

our toes

into water

Mindful

of our presence

Mindful

of our feelings

Mindful

of the moment

Dawn’s Spirit

She swims

in dharma’s river

kicking her legs

through cool water

keeping her head

above the surface

she thrashes

down the river

mindful of the rocks

of daily rapids

and the under current

threatening

to pull her under

and if you

would ask me

where she is

I would say

and point

with my lips

‘She’s over there

in the water,

leaving marvellous joy

in her wake’

Full Moon by Maeengan Linklater

When I’m with you

I experience

your full moon

enjoying nature

in all its glory

They say

the full moon

comes every 28 days

but, I don’t think

they have been

exposed to you

in the way

I have

When I look

to your moon

I see the stars

I dance

with those

that have fallen

on to your body

illuminating

the constellation

Pisces

transforming you

into the goddess

Aphrodite

I ask you

point me south

guide me

to the northern star

that will take me home

to you

Allow me

to wrap my arms

around your hips

with my eyes closed

in spiritual bliss

And when

we are done

exhausted

together

I will cherish

our adventure

that excites our bodies

refreshing

our spirits

together

I Love You by Maeengan Linklater

When we talk

and say goodbye

You’ll say

‘I love you’

and take it back

I know

you love me

love me

Get Fuzzy - Just seeing if this works.

Sweet Surrender - Sarah McLachlan Winnipeg Concert

You’ll find me

waving my silk white flag

made from your discarded

articles of clothing

strewn along my floor

you will find me

hiding in a fox hole

with my eyes

peeking above the surface

deep in the bunker

of my down filled comforter

and, you will find me

out of ammunition

but, full of idealism

a prisoner of passion

with my hands held

behind my head

I will tell you

‘Name, rank, and serial number’

when you march me

into the court of righteous morals

and high ethical standards

I will face the magistrate

frowning down at me

I will plead guilty

of crimes of humanity

I will plead guilty of looking for buried treasure

hidden in the earth of your womb

I will plead guilty of falling in love with you

please

accept

my sweet surrender

Ogamas 2009 - Maeengan Linklater

Ogamas 2009

Why do I get hungover

when I'm surrounded

by Indigenous writers

Indigenous writers

who speak and write words

describing love, loss, passion

and the naughty position

of nocturnal activities

When I'm with Indigenous writers

my lung inflate with cigarette smoke

my liver (God bless its soul)

works overtime

down on the line

filtering whiskey, wine, and Sleeman's Honey Brown

When I'm hungover

I become and old Rolling Stones song

There's no sympathy for this devil

Where did I go wrong?

What did I do to you?

Were you trying to drink me

underneath the table

so I couldn't read tomorrow morning?

Last night

tequila shots

were locked and loaded

like shot gun shells

and blasted

with a 21 gun salute

We laughed over dirty jokes

on how Ojibwe men and women

are the greatest lovers in the world

until I got mad and stated,

'But, it's true.'

We made gossip

over who was sleeping whom

'Did you know, X and Y are fucking each other?'

'Really?'

'Yeah, I heard them the night before.'

And before the night was out

when the sun chased the moon

over the City of Brandon

We cried buckets of tears

lamenting the loss of our last girlfriend

or boyfriend

because we slept with their best friend

2 years ago

at the last

Ogamas Festival