Structure My Heart

Constructive criticism on this poem would be really great. I haven't decided if I like this one or not yet :)

Structure My Heart

structure my heart,

set it in motion,

take it away, and

there’s nothing to go one

go one the rhythm

or just on feeling—

step, step, pique

then turn and wheel

wheels turn until

they’re stopped

a dancer turns still

 in my heart

heart beats on the

rhythm of my feet

except it’s not a true rhythm

at all, poetry of the feet

completes my soul

soles of my feet hold

calluses that bleed, but the soul

in my heart is

here, free

free—and unafraid

of the world

find safety in a wooden landing

and a warm flighted whirl

whirls don’t ever stop

step, step, swirl

they structure my heart