the more we experience,
the more we know,
or so we think

the more times we do it,
the more certain we are,
even when we are wrong

the more we read,
the more our minds expand,
or so we tell ourselves

the more we study,
the more we know,
or so the unwise believe

the more we say it,
even just inside our heads,
the more we believe it true

but knowing is this–
your body, pressed to mine,
fingers exploring,
warm lips finding,
two becoming one