poem of the jailer

Where are you going handsome jailer with that key that's touched with blood? I am going to free the one I love if there's still time. She whom I've imprisoned tenderly and cruelly in my most secret desire in my deepest torment in falsehoods of the future in stupidities of vows I want to free her, I want her to be free. And even to forget me and even to go off and even to come back and even to love me again or love another if another pleases her, and if I stay alone and she gone off I will only keep I will always keep in my two hollowed hands to the end of all my days the softness of her breasts moulded by love.