Salinas misogynist?

I appreciate both Dave's and Mike's take on the poem, but what I don't get is why if he loves a woman who presumably has a body and a voice--in other words, a physical presence--does he feel the need to destroy everything individual about her in order to reach an ideal plane of purified eroticism in which she's not involved? It's the ominous note betraying the specific, perhaps compromising situation that makes me wonder about it all: your voice "ya iba a traicionarnos," so I had to silence it. Is he in a warehouse that some unfortunate policeman will come upon later, spattered with blood? Because that's what it sounds like. He sounds like a crazed cereal murderer.