This, for me, makes it very easy to conflate the speaker with the poet. But that's part of what's so amazing about them. Like life itself, you can't tell where the fiction ends and the reality begins (or vice versa). It's like that thing Whitman said, except updated: "this is no book;/ Who touches this touches a [woman]."
Wait. That sounded kinda rapey. Sorry. What I mean is, read this book. It will be good to you. It will fuck with your head. It will "make your heart loud." Shit don't get any realer than that.