Gone to Stud

Kitchen accidents send silverware airborne in different directions.
Lost forks and knives flying back and forth, missing intended marks.
Hers is a love like a sport: a game outlined by rigorous rules.
His is a love like a courtroom, complete with trials, evidence,
and jurors, hurtling towards some uncertain conclusion.
Outside the house, the sky is so blue you could make a splash
when it gets too hot to remain in your skin.