Comfort Zone

[azure]

Her smile sagged
the same way a crooked
painting forces you to notice it.
 
I watched her relax while I ate egg salad
and mulled over the days business;
a leaf landed in her hair as she napped
on the bench beneath a nearby oak.
 
The air was crisp and her mouth was a kettle at tea time;
I wanted a cup.
 
Lunchtime ended, and I was late getting back to work.

Concise, with crisp imagery. I liked the sensuous use of language in L8. Opening this poem with an excellent stanza that implied finding beauty in imperfections tickled my fancy. The formatting goes a bit over my head though... But I don't understand how to format usually. I'll just nitpick.

Her smile sagged

sagged fits nice, but I think it can be replaced by some word that still adheres to the lingual tone of this piece, yet conjures savory imagery.

The air was crisp and her mouth was a kettle at tea time;

In my newbie opinion, cut the word 'was', and understand that this cut makes sense to me only in relation to my 9th grade education...

I wanted a cup.

Eh.. its very direct this little line... I think that it's too direct for my taste, and suggest replacing the word wanting. I'm biased for obscuring perfectly normal expressions, what can I say...

Overall, great write. Cheers

Azure